On earth join all ye creatures to extol
Him first, him last, him midst, and without end.
Milton.
What though th’ Almighty’s regal throne
High o’er yon azure heaven’s exalted dome,
By mortal eye unkenned; where east, nor west,
Nor south, nor blustering north has breath to blow:
Albeit he then with angels and with saints
Holds conference, and to his radiant host
E’en face to face, stands visibly confest;