1 CAN creatures to perfection find The eternal, uncreated mind?
Or can the largest stretch of thought Measure and search his nature out?
2 'Tis high as heaven, 'tis deep as hell; And what can mortals know or tell? His glory spreads beyond the sky, And all the shining worlds on high. 3 God is a King of power unknown; Firm are the orders of his throne; If he resolve, who dare oppose, Or ask him why or what he does?
4 He frowns, and darkness veils the moon; The fainting sun grows dim at noon; The pillars of heaven's starry roof Tremble and start at his reproof.
5 These are a portion of his ways; But who shall dare describe his face? Who can endure his light, or stand To hear the thunders of his hand?
1 GREAT God, in vain man's narrow view Attempts to look thy nature through; Our laboring powers with reverence own Thy glories never can be known,
2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought, Who countless years his God has sought, Such wondrous height or depth can find, Or fully trace thy boundless mind.
3 Yet, Lord, thy kindness deigns to show Enough for mortal minds to know; While wisdom, goodness, power divine, Through all thy works and conduct shine. 4 O, may our souls with rapture trace Thy works of nature and of grace; Explore thy sacred name, and still Press on to know and do thy will.
1 MY God, I love and I adore ;
But souls that love would know thee more: Wilt thou forever hide, and stand Behind the labors of thy hand?
2 Thy hand, unseen, sustains the poles On which this huge creation rolls; The starry arch proclaims thy power; Thy pencil glows in every flower. 3 Across the waves, around the sky, There's not a spot, or deep or high, Where the Creator has not trod, And left the footstep of a God.
4 Fain would I trace the immortal way, That leads to courts of endless day, Where the Creator stands confessed, In his own fairest glories dressed.
The divine Glories above our Reason.
1 HOW wondrous great, how glorious bright, Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light Of vast infinity!
2 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skies; But still how far beneath thy feet Our groveling reason lies!
3 Lord, here we bend our humble souls, And awfully adore;
For the weak pinions of our mind Can stretch a thought no more.
4 In humble notes our faith adores The great, mysterious King; While angels strain their nobler powers, And sweep the immortal string.
1 CELESTIAL King, our spirits lie
Trembling beneath thy feet, And wish, and cast a longing eye, To reach thy lofty seat.
2 In thee what endless wonders meet! What various glories shine!
The crossing rays too fiercely beat Upon our fainting mind.
3 Angels are lost in sweet surprise, If thou unveil thy grace;
And humble awe runs through the skies, When wrath arrays thy face.
4 Created powers, how weak they be! How short our praises fall!
So much akin to nothing we, And thou the Eternal All.
God exalted above all Praise.
1 ETERNAL Power! whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God; Infinite length beyond the bounds, Where stars revolve their little rounds.
2 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.
3 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.
4 God is in heaven, and men below; Be short our tunes, our words be few; A sacred reverence checks our songs, And praise sits silent on our tongues.
The Attributes of God our Confidence.
1 GREAT God, thine attributes divine, Thy glorious works and ways,
The wonders of thy power and might, The universe displays.
2 In safety may thy children rest On thy sustaining arm,
Extended still, and strong to save From danger and alarm.
3 0, may thy gracious presence, Lord, Chase anxious fears away;
Amidst the ruins of the world, Our guardian and our stay!
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