(The fumigation from frankincense and manna)

 

I call the mighty, holy, splendid light,

Aerial, dreadful-sounding, fiery-bright;

Flaming, aerial-light, with angry voice,

Lightning thro' lucid clouds with horrid noise.

Untam'd, to whom resentments dire belong,

Pure, holy pow'r, all-parent, great and strong:

Come, and benevolent these rites attend,

And grant my days a peaceful, blessed end.