In splendour of the wisdom of th’ All-Ruling Ghost.
Men’s senses, and their reasons, must be shut within,
“In waves when all before us to appear begin.”[401]
When night returns, the sky again a court appears,
The hidden stars shine forth, and mark the rolling years.175
The senseless dead unto, will God their wits restore;
In circles, like attendants, Him they’ll stand before.
They’ll foot the dance, they’ll spread their hands, they’ll shout His praise;
They’ll sing their song: “Thou, Lord, us from the dead didst raise.”
Their mortal skins and bones they’ll shake off in the earth;