As well with words think God’s own plans to bend.
Decrees are sealed in Heaven’s own chancery,
Proclaiming universal liberty.
Rulers and Kings who will not hear the call,
In one dread hour shall thunder-stricken fall.
So moves the growing world with march sublime,
Setting new music to the beats of Time;
Old things decay, and new things ceaseless spring,
And God’s own face is seen in everything.