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_ `` Mighty to rule the day , great in his glory and the pride of his heat , Shooting great bolts of light into the dark earth , turning death into life , Making the seed to grow , strongly and fairly , high in furrow and field , Making the heart of man glad with his gladness , rideth over the dawn Bel , the prince , the king of kings . `` Hotly his flaming hair , streaming with brightness , and the locks of his beard Curl 'd into clouds of heat , sweeping the heavens , spread all over the sky : Who shall abide his face , fearful and deadly , when he devours the land , Angry with man and beast , horribly raging , hungry for sacrifice ? Bel , the prince , the king of kings . `` Striding his three great strides , out of the morning through the noon to the night , Cometh he down at last , ready for feasting , ready for sacrifice : Then doth he tread the wine , purple and golden , foaming deep in the west ; Shinar is spread for him , spread as a table , Assur shall be his seat : Bel , the prince , the king of kings . `` Bring him the fresh-slain flesh , roast it with fire , with the savour of salt , Pour him the strength of wine , chalice and goblet , trodden for him alone : Raise him the song of songs , cry out in praises , cry out and supplicate That he may drink delight , tasting our off ` ring , hearing our evening song : Bel , the prince , the king of kings . `` So , in the gentle night , when he is resting , peace descendeth on earth ; High in the firmament , where his steps led him , gleam the tracks of his way : Where the day felt his touch , there the night also breaketh forth into stars , These are the flowers of heaven , garlands of blossoms , growing to weave his crown : Bel , the prince , the king of kings . `` Hail !