John Leicester Warren, Lord de Tabley - The Saint and the Sun lyrics

I heard a Saint cry to the Sun--"Be dim. Why shouldst thou rule on high with boastful ray, Till fools adore thee as the God of Day, Robbing thy master's honour due to him?" But the sun-spirit, thro' each radiant limb Translucent as a living ember coal, Glowed. At the anger of the seraph soul His golden orb trembled from boss to rim. Then made he answer as a dove that sings "God's glory is my glory, and my praise Only his praising. They, who kneel to me, See thro' the waving of my orient wings A choir of stars with voices like the sea, Singing hosanna in the heavenly ways."