1 ETERNAL Pow'r! whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God;
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds.
2 The lowest step around thy seat
Rises too high for Gabriel's feet:
In vain the tall archangel tries
To reach thine height with wond'ring eyes.
3 Lord, what can fallen spirits do?
We would adore our Maker too;
From sin and dust to thee we cry,
The Great, the Holy, and the High!
4 We from afar have heard thy fame,
And worms have learnt to lisp thy name;
But, O the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
5 O wondrous God! how can we raise,
Or form, a song of equal praise!
Let sacred rev'rence check our songs,
And praise sit silent on our tongues.
1 THY Names, how infinite they be !
Great everlasting One!
Boundless thy might and majesty,
And infinite 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 Our thoughts can grasp thy massy hills,
And stretch from pole to pole,
But half thy Name our spirit fills
And overwhelms the soul!
5 In vain our haughty reason swells,
For nothing's found in Thee
But boundless inconceivables,
And vast eternity!
6 Yet, glorious God! great as thou art,
We humbly call thee ours;
One with thy Son, we share our part
In all thy blissful pow'rs!
1 INFINITE, blest, eternal Mind! In thee all riches do abound; Essential good of ev'ry kind
In boundless plenty, depth profound! 2 Unutterable beauty thou!
Charm of the best, the mental, eye:
To thee our blest perceptions bow,
And lovely! lovely! lovely! cry.
3 Thou speakest, and th' essential Word
Swells in ten thousand melodies
And harmonies, before unheard,-
Thrilling th' inspired soul with bliss!
4 Blest with th' encircling arms of love My chill'd affections flow abroad; And all my raptur'd senses prove That, pure celestial bliss is God! 5 But, oh! how languishing my song, Compar'd with thee, thou Great Supreme! Hosannahs falter on my tongue,
For language fails t' express thy Name. 6 Then welcome that amazing day, When the great Three-Eternal-One, Will all his wondrous Self display, And speak thro' all my pow'rs his fame!
1 ETERNAL uncreated Mind,
Who can thy blest perfections find!
How vain that thought that tow'rs to see
The whole of thine immensity!
2 Thy being, and thy mode to be,
Are wrapp'd in vast eternity;
And draw the vail no creature can, That shuts thy sov'reign grandeur in. 3 Nor wit can pierce, nor reason sound, Nor learning dive the depths profound; Nor morals of a creature kind,
Can e'er thy blest perfections find. 4 O great, and just, and holy Lord! By heav'n's exalted hosts ador'd; How dares a worm of earth lay claim To know and lisp thy wondrous Name!
5 Nor mean alone, but sinful too,What can such grov'lling wretches do!— Nor physical, nor moral pow'rs,
To rend the vail that o'er us low'rs.
6 [When thou with darkness shroud'st the skies,
And bidst the mental tempest rise,
Our frighted souls astonish'd stand
To hear the thunders of thy hand.
7 So, when on Sinai's mount come down,
Thine Isr'el saw thy gath'ring frown,
And heard the awful voice of God,-
Dread seiz'd the guilty multitude.
8 But, O! if thou reveal thy grace
In our redeeming Saviour's face,
Then Sinai's thunders die away,
In dying groans on Calvary.
9 Then we no longer trembling stand,
But hail the movements of thy hand;
Joyful we own that God is near,
For perfect love has banish'd fear.]
10 If thou irradiate with thy light,
And give divine, immortal sight,
Then in thyself, thyself we see,
Wrapp'd in thine own immensity!
11 O Great Immanuel-God with man!
Conform'd to thee, our mental scan
Shall pierce-or high, or deep, or broad,—
The blest arcana of a God!
12 But, now, the clouds that shroud my
Proclaim-"I I yet but know in part."
Flee, then, ye mortal shades, between,
And let 66
me see as I am seen!"
1 COME, ye that seek and love the Lord, Your fears now rise above;
Let all the church, with one accord,
Proclaim-our God is love.
2 His cov❜nant fix'd in heav'n behold!
Which hell nor sin can move;
This makes the poorest sinner bold
To sing our God is love.
3 This precious truth his word declares,
And all his mercies prove;
Jesus, the gift of God, appears,
And shews-our God is love.
4 The Word Divine proclaims to us
This message from above!
And in his blood and righteousness
We read our God is love.
5 Who quickens, guides, and leads us on?
The Spirit,-heav'nly Dove!
And ev'ry step, from first to last,
Proclaims-our God is love.
6 Soon shall we reach yon heav'nly place, This glorious truth to prove;
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