St. Peter’s dome is girded round
with carven shapes, their form profound
From underneath, its awesome swell
wrought with pains too great to tell…
bespeaks of order, grand and pure
the weight of time its beams endure
Atop the dome is fixed the Cross
From age to age it greets the lost
The cornerstone is Jesus called
and by His word are men enthralled
Yet Logos reigns beyond the base
The work entire is had by Grace
For whether in power he makes the Earth
or grants to man the gift of birth…
Christ himself obeys the Lord
and makes his Will a thing out-poured
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