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;