Father of all! Billow and breaker Sink to Thy nod! Here, have we brought, That which we found, That which we wrought, Drawn from Thy ground, Culled from Thy sod. Hear, when we call, Praising the Maker! Father of all! Thine is the story Written in space! What Thou hast made Knows not of death. Let us not fade, Catching Thy breath, Live by Thy grace! Hear Thou our call, Thine is the Glory! Printed by T. and A. CONSTABLE, Printers to Her Majesty at the Edinburgh University Press