Coming into the middle of the room, he stepped upon a little round platform, made of boards like those which cover springs.
Then all began to sing in a loud solemn voice:—
The seventh heaven opened,
A golden chariot descended,
Both golden and fiery.
The Holy Ghost Himself is driving,
His white horse is marvellous,
The tail is of strings of pearls,
Fire burns within its nostrils,
Its eyes are precious stones.