ETERNAL Power! Whose high abode Befits the grandeur of our God— Unending space beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds.
Thee while the first archangel sings, He hides his face beneath his wings, And throngs of shining ones around, Fall worshipping upon the ground.
Lord, what shall earth and ashes do? We would adore our Maker too; From sin and dust to Thee we cry, The Great, the Holy, and the High!
Earth from afar has heard Thy fame, And we have learned to speak Thy name; But O, the glories of Thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind!
God is in Heaven, and we below; Be short our tunes, our words be few! A sacred reverence checks our songs, While awe and wonder rule our tongues.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748