The Psalms of David ‎#II.LXXXVII

II.LXXXVII. How wond'rous great, how glorious bright

1 How wondrous great, how glorious bright,
Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling Light
Of vast Infinity!

2 Our soaring Spirits upwards rise
Tow'rd the Celestial Throne,
Fain would we see the blessed Three,
And the Almighty One.

3 Our Reason stretches all its Wings,
And climbs above the Skies;
But still how far beneath thy Feet
Our grov'ling Reason lies!

[4 Lord, here we bend our humble Souls,
And awfully adore;
For the weak Pinions of our Mind
Can stretch a Thought no more.]

5 Thy Glories infinitely rise
Above our lab'ring Tongue;
In vain the highest Seraph tries
To form an equal Song.

[6 In humble Notes our Faith adores
The great mysterious King,
While Angels strain their nobler Pow'rs,
And sweep th' immortal String.]

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• First Line: How wond'rous great, how glorious bright
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Faith and Reason; Glory of God above our Reason; God incomprehensible; Life preserved; Reason feeble

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