1 What is our God, or what his name,
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach;
He dwells conceal'd in radiant flame,
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach.
2 The spacious worlds of heavenly light,
Compar'd with him, how short they fall!
They are too dark, and he too bright,
Nothing are they, and God is all.
3 He spoke that wondrous word,and lo!
Creation rose at his command:
Whirlwinds and seas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of his hand,
4 There rests the earth, there roll the spheres,
There nature leans, and feels her prop:
But his own self-sufficience bears
The weight of his own glories up.
5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows,
Measuring their changes by the moon:
No ebb his sea of glory knows:
His age is one eternal noon.
6 Then fly, my song, an endless round,
The lofty tune let Gabriel raise;
All nature dwell upon the sound,
But we can ne'er fulfil the praise.
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First Line: | What is our God, or what his name |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1828 |
Topic: | Being and Perfections of God; God supreme and self-sufficient |