Text Based On Luke Chapter 3
As it is written in the book of the
words of Esaias the prophet, saying,
The voice of one crying in the wilderness,
Prepare ye the way of the Lord, make his
paths straight.

THERE IS A BOOK THAT ALL MAY READ

There is a Book that all may read,
Which heav’nly truth imparts,
And all the lore its scholars need,
Pure eyes and truthful hearts.

The works of God above, below,
Within us and around,
Are pages in that Book, to show
How God Himself is found.

The glorious sky, embracing all,
Is like the Maker’s love,
Wherewith encompassed, great and small
In peace and order move.

One Name, above all glorious names,
With its ten thousand tongues
The everlasting sea proclaims,
Echoing angelic songs.

Thou, Who hast giv’n me eyes to see,
And love this sight so fair,
Give me a heart to find out Thee,
And read Thee everywhere.

The moon above, the Church below,
A wondrous race they run;
But each their radiance, all their glow,
Each borrows of its Sun.

The Saviour lends the light and heat
That crown His holy hill;
The saints, like stars, around His seat
Perform their courses still.

The dew of Heav’n is like Thy grace,
It steals in silence down;
But where it lights, the favoured place
By richest fruits is known.

The raging fire, the roaring wind,
Thy boundless power display,
But in the gentler breeze we find
The Spirit’s viewless way.

Two worlds are ours: ’tis only sin
Forbids us to descry
The mystic heaven and earth within,
Plain as the sea and sky.