Hung by Jehovah’s all-creating hand,
Amid the chambers of his temple high
Where ye have gazed with never-sleeping eye,
Upon this darkened orb, this far-off land,
While age succeeding age hath rolled away.
Ye saw fair Eden—the destroying flood—
The rise of empires, and their sad decay—
The deeds of heroes, and earth’s fields of blood:
Ye have beheld the path old Time hath trod
Man’s idol-worship—his neglect of God;