1 Some seraph, lend your heavenly tongue,
Or harp of golden string,
That I may raise a lofty song
To our eternal King.
2 Thy names, how infinite they be!
Great, Everlasting One!
Boundless thy might and majesty,
And unconfined thy throne.
3 Thy glory shines immensely bright;
Exhaustless is thy grace;
Immortal day breaks from thine eyes,
And Gabriel veils his face.
4 Thine essence is a vast abyss,
Which angels can not sound;
An ocean of infinities,
Where all our thoughts are drowned.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #32