With glittering diamonds fraught--
Be, Lord, thy temple's outer veil,
What splendor at the shrine must dwell!
3The dazzling sun, at noon-day hour--
Forth from his flaming vase
Flinging o'er earth the golden shower
Till vale and mountain blaze--
But shows, O Lord, one beam of thine:
What, then, the day where thou dost shine?
4O how shall these dim eyes endure