Skirting creation’s far verge on thy way.

Grandeur and glory, they travel before thee,

Brightness and majesty walk in thy train!

Darkness it flies from thee, clouds may not rise to thee

When thou awak’st from the ocean again.

All own thy influence, kindly thou dost dispense

Blessings o’er nature where’er its bounds be;

Afric’s lone desert, it blooms at thy presence;

And Lapland is turn’d into summer by thee.

Time cannot conquer thee, age cannot alter thee,