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rule for men a path divine

In seven bright zones ye run with wand'ring flames
And heaven and earth compose your lucid frames
With course unwearied, pure

Now let every Gael arise,
Gladly, joyously exultant
With kilt and white cockade.
Marching forward, foot unwearied,
With sword and shield upraised,

white plains
Let the wielders of sword storms lay the land
Unwearied, unbroken and stout from flesh of whale!

with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold
Companionable streams or climb the air
Their hearts have not grown old

Buckler and corslet, axe and sword
And shining spears were laid in hoard

Unwearied then were Durin's folk
Beneath the mountains music woke
The harpers

Ghost to Thee
Hymn and chant and high thanksgiving
And unwearied praises be

whole
My joy, my treasure, and my crown
Strange fires far from my soul remove
My every act, word, thought, be love

Unwearied may I this pursue
Dauntless

sore.All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,The first time on this shore,The bell-beat of their wings above my head,Trod with a lighter tread.
Unwearied

morning light appears
Till morning light appears
And when we early rise
And view the unwearied sun
May we set out to win the prize
And after glory run
Lord,

sparks Endured the vast
Hammer; but unwearied Los beat on the Anvil;  till glorious an immense
Orb of fire he fram'd Oft he quench'd it beneath in

That night I looked up in the sky
And sent my dreams to roam through time
Unwearied pilgrims of my own mind

The more I stare through boundless void

The sky is pink and blue
and there’s the moon
Hold a little tighter baby
maybe...
unwearied love can suffice

Your gold shine
Drawing me close
Do I

and glory. 

Verse 4
Thus all my toilsome way along, 
I sing aloud his praises, 
That all may hear the grateful song 
My voice unwearied raises. 
Be joyful in

PROPHETIC ASH

From the chambers of the East,       
In robes of terror grimly drest
Begun his course

Rival of the unwearied Sun
Now, in many

axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in hoard.

Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped,

everything

Isn't He beautiful
Isn't He beautiful
There's no sweeter name I know than Jesus

To the One enthroned
We cast down every crown, unwearied sing
Holy

To the village of Northland

Then he waits, and unwearied
He listens from the window
He Lingers at the Fog point
By the river to the sea
Near the stream

the vast Hammer but
Unwearied Los beat on the Anvil till glorious An immense
Orb of fire he fram'd Oft he quench'd it beneath in the
Deeps then surveyd

the evergreen
Motes of dust resembling constellations

Every step directed with purpose
Unwearied in your desire to seek
The others seeking virtue to follow
Will

taught Medea to handle magic herbs with exceeding skill
All that the land and flowing waters produce with them is quenched the blast of unwearied flame

silent
Ev'ry voice in concert ring

Christ, to thee, with God the Father
cnd, O Holy Ghost, to thee
Hymn, and chant, and high thanksgiving
cnd unwearied

the evergreen
Motes of dust resembling constellations

Every step directed with purpose
Unwearied in your desire to seek
The others seeking virtue to follow will

faithful hearts
Which with true affection
Welcome in unwearied strains
Jesus' resurrection!