What power hath ordered that, when all thy weight
Descends into the deep, the swollen waves
Rise not and roll to overwhelm the earth?
"The Lord hath opened his omnipotent hand,
Covered thy face with clouds and given his voice
To thy down-rushing waters: he hath girt
Thy terrible forehead with his radiant bow.
I see thy never-resting waters run,
And I bethink me how the tide of time