Hymn LVIII. Long Metre. God exalted above all Praise

Eternal power, whose high abode Becomes the grandeur of the God, Extending far beyond the bounds Where stars revolve inferior rounds.

The lowest step beneath thy seat Rises too high for Gabriel's feet In vain the tall arch-angel tries To reach its height, with wond'ring eyes.

Thy dazzling glory whilst he sings, He hides his face behind his wings, And ranks of thrones and powers around, Fall prostrate on the heav'nly ground.

Lord what shall earth and ashes do! We would adore our maker too; From lowest dust to thee we cry, The great, the holy and the high.

Earth from afar hath heard thy fame, And men have learn'd to lisp thy name; But the full glories of thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

God is in heaven and men below, Be short our hymns, our words be few, A sacred reverence checks our songs, And praise is silent on our tongues.