Thou, true and only GOD, lead'st forth
Th' immortal Armies of the Sky:
Thou laugh'st to scorn the Gods of Earth;
Thou thunder'st, and amaz'd they fly.
With down-cast Eye th' Angelick Choir
Appear before thy awful Face,
Trembling they strike the golden Lyre
And thro' Heaven's Vault resound thy Praise.
In Earth, in Heav'n, in all Thou art:
The conscious Creature feels thy Nod,
Whose forming Hand on ev'ry Part
Imprest the Image of its GOD.