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xii. Hymn for Wednesday.
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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

O holy God of heavenly Frame,
Who mak'st the Pole's high Center bright,
And paint'st the same with shining Flames,
Adorning it with beauteous Light;
Who framing on the fourth of Days
The fiery Chariot of the Sun,
Appoint'st the Moon her changing Rays,
And Orbs in which the Planets run,
That Thou might'st by a certain bound,
'Twixt Night and Day Division make,
And that some sure Sign might be found
To shew when Months Beginning take;
Men's Hearts with lightsome Splendor bless,
Wipe from their minds polluting spots,
Dissolve the Bond of Guiltiness,
Throw down the Heaps of sinful Blots.
Dear Father, etc.