O throned, O crowned with all renown,
                                        
                                        Since Thou the earth hast trod,
                                        
                                        Thou reignest, and by Thee come down
                                        
                                        Henceforth the gifts of God.
                                        
                                        By Thee the suns of space, that burn
                                        
                                        Unspent, their watches hold;
                                        
                                        The hosts that turn, and still return
                                        
                                        Are swayed, and poised, and rolled.