James Hyslop's "A Cameronian Dream"

When the righteous had fallen, and the combat had ended,

A chariot of fire through the dark cloud descended;

Its drivers were angels, on horses of whiteness,

And its burning wheels turned upon axles of brightness;

A seraph unfolded its doors bright and shining,

All dazzling like gold of the seventh refining,

And the souls that came forth out of great tribulation,

Have mounted the chariots and steeds of salvation.

On the arch of the rainbow the chariot is gliding,

Through the paths of the thunder the horsemen are riding.

Glide swiftly, bright spirits, the prize is before ye

A crown never-fading: a kingdom of glory!