Text: | The Infinite |
Author: | Watts |
1 Thy names, how infinite they be,
Great Everlasting One!
Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfin'd thy throne.
2 Thy glories shine of wondrous size,
And wondrous large thy grace;
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes,
And Gabriel veils his face.
3 Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels cannot sound,
An ocean of infinities
Where all our thoughts are drown'd.
4 Thy mysteries of creation lie
Beneath enlighten'd minds;
Thoughts can ascend above the sky,
And fly before the winds.
5 Reason may grasp the massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole,
But half thy name our spirit fills,
And overloads our soul.
6 In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in thee
But boundless unconceivables,
And vast eternity.
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First Line: | Thy names, how infinite they be |
Title: | The Infinite |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | God |