GOD Incomprehensible. Isaac Watts Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. T82397 K067329.000 Watts, Isaac, 1674-1748. Horæ lyricæ: Poems, chiefly of the lyric kind. In two books. ... By I. Watts. London Printed by S. and D. Bridge, for John Lawrence at the Sign of the Angel in the Poultrey. MDCCVI. 1706 pp. 16-17. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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GOD Incomprehensible . I. FAR in the Heav'ns my God retires , My God , the point of my Desires , And hides his Lovely Face ; When he descends within my View He charms my Reason to pursue , But leaves it tir'd and fainting in th' unequal Chase . II . Or if I reach unusual height , Till near his Presence brought ; There Floods of Glory check my Flight , Cramp the bold Pinions of my Wit And all untune my Thought ; Plung'd in a Sea of Light I roll , Where Wisdom , Justice , Mercy Shines ; Infinite Rays in Crossing Lines Beat thick Confusion on my Sight , and overwhelm my Soul . III . Come to my aid , ye Fellow-Minds , And help me reach the Throne , ( What single Strength in vain designs , United Force hath done ; Thus Worms may Joyn , and grasp the Poles , Thus Atoms fill the Sea , ) But the whole Race of Creature-Souls , Stretch'd to their last extent of Thought plunge and are lost in Thee . IV . Great God ; behold my Reason lies Adoring ; yet my Love would rise On Pinions not her own : Faith shall direct her humble Flight Thro' all the trackless Seas of Light To Thee th' Eternal Fair , the Infinite Unknown .