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.
Who of his chambers doth the beams within the waters lay; Who doth the clouds his chariot make, on wings of wind make way.
Th' eternal Lord doth reign as king, let all the people quake; He sits between the cherubims, let th' earth be mov'd and shake.
Hear, Isr'el's Shepherd! like a flock thou that dost Joseph guide; Shine forth, O thou that dost between the cherubims abide.
Lord, bow thy heav'ns, come down, touch thou the hills, and smoke shall they.