By A Collection of Hymns

      S.M. SECOND PART
      1 ETERNAL Power, whose high abode
      Becomes the grandeur of a God,
      Infinite lengths beyond the bounds
      Where stars revolve their little rounds!

      2 Thee while the first archangel sings,
      He hides his face behind his wings,
      And ranks of shining thrones around
      Fall worshipping, and spread the ground.

      3 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.

      4 Earth from afar hath heard thy fame,
      And worms have learned to lisp thy name:
      But O! the glories of thy mind
      Leave all our soaring thoughts behind!

      5 God is in heaven, and men below:
      Be short our tunes, our words be few!
      A solemn reverence checks our songs,
      And praise sits silent on our tongues.