THE GLORIES of GOD Exceed all Worship. 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. 110-111. [20],267,[1]p.; 8⁰.

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THE GLORIES of GOD Exceed all Worship . I. ETERNAL Power ! whose high Abode Becomes the Grandeur of a God ; Infinite Lengths beyond the Bounds Where the Skies roll their little Rounds . II . The lowest Step about thy Seat Rises too high for Gabriel's Feet , In vain the tall Arch-Angel tries To reach thine height with wondring Eyes . III . Thy dazling Beauties whilst he Sings He hides his Face behind his Wings , And Ranks of Shining Thrones around Fall Worshipping , and spread the Ground . IV . Lord , what shall Earth and Ashes do ! We would adore our Maker too , From Sin and Dust to thee we cry The Great , the Holy , and the High . V. Earth from afar has heard thy Fame , And Worms have learnt to lisp thy Name . But , O , the Glories of thy Mind Leave all our soaring Thoughts behind . VI . God is in Heaven , and Men below , Short be our Tunes , our Words be few ; A Sacred Reverence checks our Songs , And Praise sits silent on our Tongues .