If need be, let us cast off, swift and sure,
The frail claps of earth, a fleeting, hollow cheer,
Spurn mankind’s nod, so flimsy, insecure,
For Heaven’s roar, divine, eternal, clear!
A holy thunder rolls from God’s high throne,
Our Triune Lord, with praise that never fades,
His sacred shout, a tempest all His own,
Outshines the world’s thin, crumbling accolades!