THE
Transcendent
Glories
OF
THE
DEITY
.
I.
GOD
is
a
Name
my
Soul
adores
;
Th'
Almighty
Three
,
th'
Eternal
One
:
Nature
and
Grace
with
all
their
Powers
Confess
the
Infinite
Unknown
.
II
.
From
thy
Great
Self
thy
Being
Springs
;
Thou
art
thine
own
Original
;
Made
up
of
Uncreated
Things
,
And
Self-Sufficience
bears
them
all
.
III
.
Thy
Voice
hath
form'd
the
Seas
and
Spheres
,
Bid
the
Waves
roar
,
and
Planets
shine
;
But
Nothing
like
thy
Self
appears
Thro'
all
these
Spacious
Works
of
thine
.
IV
.
Still
rolling
Nature
dies
and
grows
;
From
Change
to
Change
the
Creatures
run
:
Thy
Being
no
Succession
knows
,
And
all
thy
vast
Designs
are
One
.
V.
A
Glance
of
thine
runs
thro'
the
Globes
,
Rules
the
Bright
Worlds
,
and
moves
their
Frame
:
Broad
Sheets
of
Light
compose
thy
Robes
;
Thy
Guards
are
form'd
of
living
Flame
.
VI
.
Thrones
and
Dominions
round
thee
fall
And
Worship
in
Submissive
Forms
;
Thy
Presence
shakes
this
lower
Ball
,
This
little
Dwelling
Place
of
Worms
.
VII
.
Then
how
shall
trembling
Mortals
dare
To
sing
thy
Glory
or
thy
Grace
;
Beneath
thy
Feet
we
lie
so
far
,
And
see
but
Shadows
of
thy
Face
?
VIII
.
Who
can
behold
the
Blazing
Light
?
Who
can
approach
Consuming
Flame
?
None
but
thy
Wisdom
knows
thy
Might
;
None
but
thy
Word
can
speak
thy
Name
.