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VII.

[To Him who bids the tempest roll]

To Him who bids the tempest roll,
Or lulls the noontide blaze;
In joyful anthems let your soul
Proclaim His boundless praise.
Where'er yon glorious orb of day
Dispels the dreary night;
Where'er his bright refulgent ray
Dispenses life and light:
In one triumphant chorus high,
Let all unite around;
Till loud along the vaulted sky,
The lofty song resound.