Encountered all that troubles thee:

He was—whatever thou hast been;

He is—what thou shalt be.

The rolling seasons, day and night,

Sun, moon, and stars, the earth and main, 30

Erewhile his portion, life, and light,

To him exist in vain.

The clouds and sunbeams, o’er his eye

That once their shades and glory threw,

Have left in yonder silent sky 35