Translation of Boethius

by Samuel Johnson

O Thou whose pow'r o'er moving worlds presides,

whose voice created and whose wisdom guides:

on our dark world in purest brightness shine

and cheer the clouded mind with light Divine.

'Tis Thine alone to calm the troubled breast

with silent confidence and holy rest.

From Thee, O Lord, we spring, to Thee we tend,

Thou First and Last! Beginning Thou, and End!