Eternal Power, whose high abode
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Eternal Power, whose high abodeBecomes the grandeur of a God,Infinite lengths beyond the boundsWhere stars revolve their little rounds!
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Earth, from afar, hath heard thy fame,And worms have learned to lisp thy name;But O! the glories of thy mindLeave all our soaring thoughts behind.
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God is in heaven, and men below;Be short our tunes, our words be few;A solemn reverence checks our songs,And praise sits silent on our tongues.