Text: | Eternal Power, whose high abode |
Author: | Watts |
1 Eternal Power, whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God:
In vain the loftiest angel tries
To reach thy height with wondering eyes.
2 Thy dazzling glories while he sings,
He hides his face beneath his wings;
Seraphs that most with ardor glow,
Still at an humble distance bow.
3 Earth from afar has heard thy fame,
And worms have learned to lisp thy name;
But oh, the glories of thy mind
Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
4 God is in heaven and man below;
Soft be our strains, our words be few;
A sacred reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits trembling on our tongues.
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First Line: | Eternal Power, whose high abode |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | ; ; ; ; |
Topic: | General Praise; God Exalted Above all Praise |