The Sacred Influence Of Light Appears.

Accuse Not Nature: She Hath Done Her Part; Do Thou But Thine.

Hide Me From Day's Garish Eye.

He Left It In Thy Power, Ordaind Thy Will By Nature Free, Not Over-rul'd By Fate Inextricable, Or Strict Necessity.

Give Me The Liberty To Know, To Utter, And To Argue Freely According To Conscience, Above All Liberties.

And Storied Windows Richly Dight, Casting A Dim Religious Light. There Let The Pealing Organ Blow, To The Full-voiced Choir Below, In Service High, And Anthems Clear As May, With Sweetness, Through Mine Ear Dissolve Me Into Ecstasies, And Bring All Heaven Before Mine Eyes.