O alabastrine priest—thy splendor spraying
More lasting than the immemorial hills!
O monument of waves, O undecaying
While God’s right hand thy flowing chalice fills!
Under the transient world’s astonished eyes
Thou offerest abiding sacrifice!
In the pale morning, when the rising sun
Flatters thy pouring flood with slanting beams,
Most reverent thy duteous waters run,
And hymn to God with all their thousand streams.