And by its grandeur wakes the careless soul
To sense of thee, the Author all divine:
Thee the dispenser of such mighty pow’r,
To man’s dark soul incomprehensible.
Now fierce and keen the livid lightning flies
In course irregular—the blazing heav’ns
Seem wrapt in flame; the timid earth,
Affrighted at the scene, beneath our feet,
Shakes with the strong convulsion;
Now renew’d, with still increasing force,