Arise, O Lord, arise;
In all thy awful glory stand confest;
In thee for ever blest,
Behold thy servants veil their dazzled eyes.
Night hath for thee no shades;
Alike to thee appears the orient day;
While one vast light, one inexhausted ray
Of thy effulgent power the whole pervades.
Then whither shall we stray,
Where of thy forming hand no trace is found?
Above, beneath, around,
The mighty voice is heard;
Where'er the hills are rear'd,
Where spreads the vaulted sky,
Or foams the deep profound;
Thro' Nature's utmost bound
To us her works reply,
Proclaim a parent God, a present Deity.