Like to the Lord of Light, I make them see thy glory.
Thou glowest as my image!
I am come—to give thee power to destroy the people of Asia;
Captive now thou dost lead the Syrian Bedouin chieftains;
Adornèd in thy majesty, I make them see thy glory,
Glittering in thine arms and fighting high in thy war-car.
I am come—to give thee power to trample on western nations;
Cyprus and Phœnicia are lying at thy mercy.
Like a bold young bull, I make them see thy glory,
Strong with piercing horns, whom none approach.