And waken'd from oblivion's birth;
Yon starry arch—yon palace, vaulted—
Yon heaven of heavens, to smile on earth.
From his resplendent majesty
We shade us 'neath our sheltering wings,
While awe-inspired, and tremblingly
We praise the glorious King of Kings,
With sight and sense confused and dim;
O name—describe the Lord of Lords,
The seraph's praise shall hallow Him;—