1 Eternal Power! whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God;
Infinite lengths, beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds.
2 The lowest step above thy seat
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet;
In vain the tall Archangel tries
To reach the height with wond'ring eyes.
3 Lord, what shall earth and ashes do!
We would adore our Maker too;
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!
4 Earth from afar has heard thy fame,
And worms have learned to lisp thy name;
But O! the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
5 God is in heaven, but man below;
Be short our tunes; our words be few:
A sacred reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues.
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First Line: | Eternal Power! whose high above |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Being and Perfections of God; God Exalted Above all Praise |