This foul, to pure; this turbid, to serene;
This mean, to mighty!—for this glorious end
Th’ Almighty, rising, his long Sabbath broke! 1030
The world was made; was ruin’d; was restored;
Laws from the skies were publish’d; were repeal’d;
On earth, kings, kingdoms, rose; kings, kingdoms, fell;
Famed sages lighted up the Pagan world;
Prophets from Sion darted a keen glance
Through distant age; saints travell’d; martyrs bled;
By wonders sacred nature stood controll’d;