It in a higher state when time shall cease,

The stars shall burn; those living orbs were fed

With pure effulgence from Thy vital ray,

To light us deep into Thy essence, shed

Abroad through earth and air by night and day:

Fill’d with that glory would my spirit soar,

And, although trembling, yet exultingly, adore.

W. Martin.

Ye trembling souls dismiss your fears,

Be mercy all your theme;