From the wheel and the drift of Things br Deliver us, Good Lord, br And we will face the wrath of Kings, br The faggot and the sword! br br Lay not thy Works before our eyes br Nor vex us with thy Wars, br Lest we should feel the straining skies br O'ertrod by trampling stars. br br Hold us secure behind the gates br Of saving flesh and bone, br Lest we should dream what Dream awaits br The Soul escaped alone. br br Thy Path, thy Purposes conceal br From our beleaguered realm br Lest any shattering whisper steal br Upon us and o'erwhelm.