Hymn 2:87 [How Wond'rous Great, How Glorious Bright]

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Title:     Hymn 2:87 [How Wond'rous Great, How Glorious Bright]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

The divine glories above our reason.

How wond'rous great, how glorious bright
Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light
Of vast infinity!

Our soaring spirits upward rise
Tow'rd the celestial throne,
Fain would we see the blessed Three,
And the Almighty One.

Our reason stretches all its wings,
And climbs above the skies;
But still how far beneath thy feet
Our groveling reason lies!

[Lord, here we bend our humble souls,
And awfully adore,
For the weak pinions of our mind
Can stretch a thought no more.]

Thy glories infinitely rise
Above our labouring tongue;
In vain the highest seraph tries
To form an equal song.

[In humble notes our faith adores
The great mysterious King,
While angels strain their nobler powers,
And sweep th' immortal string.]

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:87 [how Wond'rous Great, How Glorious Bright]

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