Whose nod can shake the world—before whose hand
The rebel nations vanish from the land—
Thou on thy cherubim’s exulting wing
Wert wont in veiled glory to descend;
Thou with the might of Heaven’s eternal King
Thine Israel’s chief in danger did’st defend!
To him thou wert of peace the exhaustless spring—
His Shield in war—his Captain—and his Friend!
Oh! from thy glory send one pitying ray
To cleave the clouds that hide from us the day!