Eternal power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of a God, Infinite lengths beyond the bounds Where stars resolve their little rounds. The lowest step around Thy seat, Rises too high for Gabriel’s feet; In vain the tall archangel tries To reach Thine height with wondering eyes. Thy dazzling beauties whilst he sings, He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of shining thrones around Fall worshiping, and spread the ground. 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! Earth from afar has heard Thy
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