The Ancient Of Days

A mind not to be changed by place or time
Can make night of day, blue out of grey
It's still in the mind
What matter the game, if I still be the same
And what should I be, no less than he
Whom thunder hath made a little greater

What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support
What in me is dark
That to the highth of this great Argument
I may assert th'Eternal Existence
And justify the ways of God to men

He took the golden Compasses
prepar'd in Gods Eternal store
To circumscribe this Universe and all created things
One foot he center'd, the other turn'd
Round through the vast profundity obscure
And said, thus farr extend, thus farr thy bounds
This be thy just Circumference, o World.

The world destroyed and world restored
Where peace never dwells, hope never comes
Love comes to all
A place of rest, where providence guides
Hand in hand with wandering steps
Through Eden took our lonely way

What in me is dark
Illumine, what is low raise and support
What in me is dark
That to the highth of this great Argument
I may assert th'Eternal Existence
And justify the ways of God to men