GOD's Infinity. 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. 32-33. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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GOD's Infinity . I. SOME Seraph , lend your Heavenly Tongue , Or Harp of Golden String , That I may raise a lofty Song To our Eternal King . II . Thy Names , how Infinite they be ! Great Everlasting One ! Boundless thy Might and Majesty , And Unconfin'd thy Throne . III . Thy Glories shine of Wondrous Size , And wondrous Large thy Grace , Immortal Day breaks from thine Eyes , And Gabriel Vails his Face . IV . Thine Essence is a vast Abyss Which Angels cannot sound , An Ocean of Infinities Where all our thoughts are drownd . V. The Mysteries of Creation lie Beneath Enlightned Minds , Thoughts can ascend above the Sky , And fly before the Winds . VI . Reason may grasp the Massie Hills , And stretch from Pole to Pole , But Half thy Name our Spirit fills , And Overloads our Soul . VII . In vain our Haughty Reason swells , For Nothing's found in Thee But Boundless Unconceivables , And Vast Eternity .