Supreme of be­ings, with de­light
Our eyes sur­vey this heav’n­ly sight;
And trace with ad­mi­ra­tion sweet
The beam­ing splen­dors of Thy feet.

Jasper and sap­phire strive in vain
To paint the glo­ries of Thy train;
Thy robes all stream eter­nal light,
Too pow­er­ful for a che­rub’s sight.

Yet round Thy throne the rain­bow shines,
Fair em­blem of Thy kind de­signs:
Bright pledge, that speaks Thy co­ve­nant sure
Long as Thy king­dom shall en­dure.

No more shall de­luges of woe
Thy new-cre­at­ed world o’er­flow;
Jesus, our sun, His beams dis­plays,
And gilds the clouds with beau­te­ous rays.

No gems so bright, no forms so fair;
Mercy and truth full tri­umph there:
Thy saints shall bless the peace­ful sign,
When stars and suns for­get to shine.

E’en here, while storms and gloo­my shade
And hor­rors all the scene o’er­spread,
Faith views the throne with pierc­ing eye,
And boasts, the rain­bow still is nigh.