They rise up in tornadic flight,

Unleashing scarlet firelight.

They pour it on the coal-cloaked hills,

The bloodless frosts; their lava fills

The starved blue gleam of Winter’s eye

And scalds dawn on the star-cold sky.

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Blinding with Hosanna’s might,

Their shadows surge like liquid light.

Thundering ancient trumpets sweet,

They hurl the night from David’s seat—

Awake! the fiery choirs sing;

Adore thy God-Incarnate King!