1 Lest the great glory from on high
Should make our senses swim,
Our blessed Lord hath spread the sky
Between ourselves and him.
2 He made the Sabbath shine before
The workdays and the care,
And set about its golden door
The messengers of prayer.
3 He nearest comes when most his face
Is wrapped in clouds of gloom;
The firmest pillars of his grace
Are planted in the tomb.
4 Oh, shall we not the power of sin
And vanity withstand,
When thus our Father holds us in
The hollow of his hand?
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #122
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|The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #122||Lest the great glory from on high||Lest the great glory from on high||Alice Cary||C. M.||1873||Attributes of God | Fatherhood; Infinite Mercies ||