The Perfect World, by Adam Trod

The per­fect world

by Ad­am trod

Was the first tem­ple built by God;

His fi­at laid the cor­ner stone

And heaved its pil­lars one by one.

He hung its star­ry roof on high

The broad ex­panse of az­ure sky;

He spread its pave­ment

green and bright

And cur­tained it with morn­ing light.

The mount­ains in their plac­es stood

The sea

the sky; and all was good;

And when its first pure prais­es rang

The morn­ing stars to­ge­ther rang.

Lord

’tis not ours to make the sea

And earth

and sky

a house for Thee;

But in Thy sight our of­fer­ing stands

A hum­bler tem­ple

made with hands.