Lord, bow thy heav'ns, come down, touch thou the hills, and smoke shall they.
Earth, as affrighted, trembleth all, if he on it but look; And if the mountains he but touch, they presently do smoke.
He also bowed down the heav'ns, and thence he did descend; And thickest clouds of darkness did under his feet attend.
And he upon a cherub rode, and thereon he did fly; Yea, on the swift wings of the wind his flight was from on high.