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, Thou! before whose radiant shrine, Entranc'd, adoring seraphs bend; Eternal source of light divine! Wilt Thou thy hallow'd ear incline! And mortal pray'r attend? Yes, Father! yes, benignant Pow'r! Around Thee beams fair Mercy's purest ray; No awful terrors round Thee low'r,   Save when, in Judgment's dreaded hour, Thou bidst Creation tremble and obey!

Then, rob'd in darkness and in clouds, That solemn veil thy glory shrouds; Chaos and night thy dark pavilion form; Thy spirit on the whirlwind rides, Impels the unresisting tides, Glares in the lightning, rushes in the storm!