Eternal Power, Whose High Abode
Verse 1
Eternal Power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars resolve their little rounds!
Verse 2
The lowest step around Thy seat, Rises too high for Gabriels feet; In vain the favored angel tries To reach Thine height with wondring eyes.
Verse 3
There while the first archangel sings, He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshiping, and spread the ground.
Verse 4
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.
Verse 5
Earth from afar has heard Thy fame, And worms have learned to lisp Thy Name; But, O! the glories of Thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.
Verse 6
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.