There the full ocean rolls, how bright!
2 If night’s blue curtain of the sky—
With thousand stars inwrought,
Hung like a royal canopy
With glittering diamonds fraught—
Be, Lord, thy temple’s outer vail,
What splendor at the shrine must dwell!
3 The dazzling sun at noonday hour—
Forth from his flaming vase
Flinging o’er earth the golden shower