<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397162" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Lord! When Those Glorious Lights I See</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lord! when those glorious lights I see<br>With which thou hast adorned the skies,<br>Observing how they moved be,<br>And how their splendor fills mine eyes,<br>Methinks it is too large a grace,<br>But that thy love ordained it so,--<br>That creatures in so high a place<br>Should servants be to man below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The meanest lamp now shining there<br>In size and lustre doth exceed<br>The noblest of thy creatures here,<br>And of our friendship hath no need.<br>Yet these upon mankind attend<br>For secret aid or public light;<br>And from the world's extremest end<br>Repair unto us every night.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O, had that stamp been undefaced<br>Which first on us thy hand had set,<br>How highly should we have been graced,<br>Since we are so much honored yet!<br>Good God, for what but for the sake<br>Of thy beloved and only Son,<br>Who did on him our nature take,<br>Were these exceeding favors done?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As we by him have honored been,<br>Let us to him due honors give;<br>Let us uprightness hide our sin,<br>And let us worth from him receive.<br>Yea, so let us by grace improve<br>What thou by nature doth bestow,<br>That to thy dwelling-place above<br>We may be raised from below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Wither">George Wither</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397162" data-title="Lord! When Those Glorious Lights I See de George Wither" data-description="Lord! when those glorious lights I see With which thou hast adorned the skies, Observing how they moved be, And how their splendor fills mine eyes, Methinks it is too large a grace, But that thy love ordained it so,-- That creatures in so high a p..."></div> </div> </div>

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