How wondrous great, how glorious bright
How wondrous great, how glorious bright,
must our Creator be,
who dwells amidst the dazzling light
of vast infinity!
Our soaring spirits upwards rise
toward the celestial throne;
fain would we see the blessed Three,
and the Almighty One.
Our reason stretches all its wings,
and climbs above the skies;
but still how far beneath thy feet
our lowly reason lies!
While angels strain their nobler powers,
and sweep the immortal string,
in humble notes our faith adores
the great mysterious King.
Words: Isaac Watts (1674-1748);
Watt's original version had "groveling reason" in verse 3;
and I have switched the order of the couplets in verse 4.
Music: Windsor, Shorney
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