His wearied billows from their vieing play,
And lull them to a cradle calm: but thou,
With everlasting, undecaying tide
Dost rest not night nor day.
The morning stars,
When first they sang o'er young creation's birth,
Heard thy deep anthem; and those wrecking fires
That wait the archangel's signal, to dissolve
The solid earth, shall find Jehovah's name
Graven, as with a thousand spears,