Charles H. Spurgeon on Psalms 97:2

Jove's firm decree, tho' wrapped in night,

Beams midst the gloom a constant light;

Man's fate obscure in darkness lies,

Not to be pierced by mortal eyes:

The just resolves of his high mind

A glorious consummation find;

Though in majestic state enthroned

Thick clouds and dark enclose him round,

As from the tower of heaven his eye

Surveys man's bold impiety;

Till his ripe wrath on vengeance bent,

He arms each god for punishment,

And from his high and holy throne

Sends all his awful judgments down. —Aeschylus (R. Potter's translation, 1808.)