English poem
Love of God
by Christopher Smart (1722–1771)
Great God of Love! — that charming name Should all my powers controul; Should make my best affections flame And kindle all my soul.
Nor I, nor Angels round the throne Can love to what's thy due; Beauties divine to them unknown Pass all they have in view.
When they have stretch'd their wings for flight, The steep ascent to try; <10> Struck with the vast and boundless height, In wonder lost they lie.
Yet they for ever wonder on And gaze with high delight: And love the Infinite unknown, With all their mind and might.
I too would lift mine eyes to see What Angels can't explore, With fix'd attention gaze at Thee, And wonder and adore. <20>
O clear mine eyes, my heart inflame, With love fill up my soul; Let this affection reign supreme, And all my powers controul.