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.
