Outflashing o’er the sullen storm,
His lightning eye pours from the clouds.
The sun, great lustre of the skies,
Before His glorious Person pales;
At length her failing brightness dies
Before the light His face unveils.
Her robes of gloom she will uptake,
The blood-red moon drops down in space;
The mighty heavenly powers shall shake,
Outcasting planets from their place.