1 Our God ascends His lofty throne,
Arrayed in majesty unknown;
His luster all the temple fills,
And spreads over all th’ethereal hills.
2 The holy, holy, holy Lord,
By all the seraphim adored,
And, while they stand beneath His seat,
They veil their faces, and their feet.
3 And can a sinful worm endure
The presence of a God so pure?
Or these polluted lips proclaim
The honors of so grand a name?
4 O for Thine altar’s glowing coal,
To touch my lips, to fire my soul,
To purge the sordid dross away,
And into crystal turn my clay.
5 Then if a messenger Thou ask,
A laborer for the hardest task,
Thro’ all my weakness, and my fear,
Love shall reply, "Thy servant’s here."
6 Nor should my willing soul complain,
Tho’ all its efforts seemed in vain;
It ample recompense shall be,
But to have wrought, my God, for Thee.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #11331
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|The Cyber Hymnal #11331||Our God Ascends His Lofty Throne||Our God ascends His lofty throne||LOUVAN||Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751||LM||Published posthumously in <cite>Hymns, Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures</cite> by Job Orton (Shropshire, England: Joshua Eddowes & John Cotton, 1755)|