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This is a poem by [[Isaac Watts]], from ''Horae Lyricae'', 1706, entitled ''The Infinite''. | |||
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1. Some seraph, lend your heavenly tongue | |||
Or harp of golden string; | |||
That I may raise a lofty song | |||
To our immortal King. | |||
2. Thy names, how infinite they be! | |||
{{ | Great everlasting One! | ||
Boundless Thy might and majesty, | |||
And unconfined Thy throne! | |||
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3. Thy glories shine of wondrous size, | |||
And wondrous large Thy grace; | |||
Immortal day breaks from Thine eyes, | |||
And Gabriel veils his face.}} | |||
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4. Thine essence is a vast abyss, | |||
Which angels cannot sound, | |||
An ocean of infinities, | |||
Where all our thoughts are drowned. | |||
5. The mysteries of creation lie | |||
Beneath enlightened minds; | |||
Thoughts can ascend above the sky, | |||
And fly before the winds. | |||
6. Reason may grasp the massy hills, | |||
And stretch from pole to pole, | |||
But half Thy name our spirit fills, | |||
And overloads our soul.}} | |||
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7. In vain our haughty reason swells; | |||
For nothing's found in Thee | |||
But boundless inconceivables, | |||
And vast eternity!}} | |||
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==External links == | ==External links == |
Revision as of 16:38, 18 September 2015
General information
This is a poem by Isaac Watts, from Horae Lyricae, 1706, entitled The Infinite.
Settings by composers
- Oliver Holden — Salem English STB
Text and translations
English text 1. Some seraph, lend your heavenly tongue |
4. Thine essence is a vast abyss, |
7. In vain our haughty reason swells; |
External links
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