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==General information==
==General information==
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This is a poem by [[Isaac Watts]], from ''Horae Lyricae'', 1706, entitled ''The Infinite''.


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==Text and translations==
==Text and translations==


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1. Some seraph, lend your heavenly tongue
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Or harp of golden string;
That I may raise a lofty song
To our immortal King.


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2. Thy names, how infinite they be!
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Great everlasting One!
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Boundless Thy might and majesty,
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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,
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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

 

Text and translations

English.png English text

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!

3. Thy glories shine of wondrous size,
And wondrous large Thy grace;
Immortal day breaks from Thine eyes,
And Gabriel veils his face.

 

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.

 

7. In vain our haughty reason swells;
For nothing's found in Thee
But boundless inconceivables,
And vast eternity!

External links

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