Hark, ’Tis the Holy Temple’s Bell

Hark! ’tis the ho­ly tem­ple’s bell;

The voice that sum­mons me to pray­er:

My heart

each rov­ing fan­cy quell;

Come

to the house of God re­pair.

There

while

in ori­son sublime

Souls to the throne of God as­cend

Let no un­hal­lowed child of time

Profane pol­lu­tions with them blend.

How for thy wants canst thou im­plore

Crave for thy frail­ties par­don free

Of praise the vo­tive tri­bute pour

Or bend

in thanks

the grate­ful knee

If

from the aw­ful King of kings

Each bau­ble lures thy soul as­tray;

If to this dust of earth it clings

And

fickle

flies from heav­en away;

Pure as the bless­èd ser­aph’s vow

O

let the sacr­ed con­cert rise;

Intent with hum­ble rap­ture bow

Adore the Rul­er of the skies.

Bid earth born at­oms all de­part;

Within thy­self col­lect­ed

fall;

And give one day

re­bel­lious heart

Unsullied to the Lord of all!