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Full of the storm and the swell of the tide, an immovable sea

Lay dumb with the hushing of lips, with a pausing eternity;

Till the life-giving voice should thrill, and the imminent call be heard,

A marvel, absorbing the sound of all spheres, the Ineffable Word;

Until God in His wonder of worlds, the Holy One, blessed be He,

Should set His creation athrob with the light and the life to be.

Lo! who could endure to stand on the terrible day when He came,

In a universe full of His voice, grown thundrous with sound of His Name?

Lo! He struck the high seas with terror, He saw the mountains quake,

And the stars in His heaven paled, "and my soul went forth when He spake."