“How great is God!” a million tongues repeat,
And million tongues re-echo, “God, how great!”
But now again the day star bursts the gloom,
Scattering its sunshine o’er the opening sky;
Thy eye, that pierces even through the tomb,
Has chased the clouds, has bid the vapours fly;
And smiles of light, descending from above,
Bathe all the universe with joy and love.
From Sir John Bowring’s Specimens of the Russian Poets.