Antistrophe

'Tis God: Being infinite, eternal, Of everything that being has. Forgive us, O! Thou Power supernal, By all that is and ever was Ne'er fully praised, ne'er to be spoken; Forgive us, nor incensed depart, Since no imagining, tongue nor token Can Thee proclaim. Thou wert. Thou art Fore'er the same. All Angel praising And knowledge is but faint and tame. 'Tis but foul sacrilege, their phrasing; For each bears his peculiar name Save Thee. And who can by declaring Reveal Thy name? And who make known Thine oracles? Who is so daring? He who Thou art Thou art alone. Save Thee none knows Thy power transcendent. Who grasps Thy full divinity? Who dares to face Thy Throne resplendent, The fierce glow of eternity? To whom the light of light revealèd? What's hid behind Thy sacred veil, From us Thy Mercy hath concealèd. Such bliss transcends the narrow pale Of our weak might. Our life is waning; But Thine, Lord, shall know endless days. Our being in Thine finds its sustaining! Exalt the Godhead! Sing His praise!