Or scale the mountains, where the whirlwinds rest,

And in the night-blast cool her fiery breast?

Within the cavern-gloom Thine eye can see,

The sky-clad mountains lift their heads to Thee!

Thy spirit rides upon the thunder storms,

Darkening the sky with their terrific forms!

Beams in the lightning, rocks upon the seas,

Roars in the blast, and whispers in the breeze;

In calms, in storm, in Heaven, in earth, Thou art!

Trace but Thy works, they bring Thee to the heart.