SHALL foolish, weak, short-sighted man Beyond archangels go, Or to perfection know? Above the creature's sight, The glorious Infinite. They cannot number'd be; Of thine immensity; In vain we strive to sound; Omnipotence a bound. Description far below; How deep thy mercies flow. And dazzles all above; The treasures of thy love. VIII. AND is there care in heaven? and is there love mercy doth embrace, That blessed angels he sends to and fro, To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe. How oft do they their silver bowers leave IX. Thou whose Almighty Word Chaos and darkness heard, And took their flight; Hear us, we humbly pray, And where the Gospel's day Shed not its glorious ray, “Let there be Light!” Thou who didst come to bring, Healing and sight; “Let there be Light!" Spirit of Truth and Love, Speed forth thy flight: “ Let there be Light !” |