See barbarous nations at thy gates attend,
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend.
Pope.
’Twas thee
The almighty chose among the sons of men,
To dedicate a temple to His name,
Where He whose awful presence fills the vast
Immensity of space, who makes the clouds
His chariot, rides sublime the whirlwind’s wing,
And guides the raging storm, would deign to dwell,