1 What is our God, or what his name,
Nor men can learn, nor angels teach;
He dwells concealed in radiant flame,
Where neither eyes nor thoughts can reach.
2 The spacious worlds of heavenly light,
Compared with him, how short they fall!
They are too dark, and he too bright,
Nothing are they, and God is all.
3 He spoke that wondrous word,and lo!
Creation arose at his command:
Whirlwinds and seas their limits know,
Bound in the hollow of his hand,
4 There rests the earth, there roll the spheres,
There nature leans, and feels her prop:
But his own self-sufficience bears
The weight of his own glories up.
5 The tide of creatures ebbs and flows,
Measuring their changes by the moon:
No ebb his sea of glory knows:
His age is one eternal noon.
6 Then fly, my song, an endless round,
The lofty tune let Michael raise;
All nature dwell upon the sound,
But we can ne'er fulfill the praise.
Select Psalms and Hymns for the Use of Mr. Adgate's Pupils, 1787