They, who polluted with offences come, Behold him as the King Of terrors; black of aspect, red of eye, Reflecting back upon the sinful mind Its own inborn deformity. […] But yet if rumour rightly tells, In her cold bones the Spirit dwells; And still if bold intruder come, Her voice unfolds his hidden doom. […] He shall come in might eternal,     He whom eye hath never seen. […] Here the God was supposed to come to repose himself; hence it has been inferred that the Babylonians regarded him as the Supreme God.