How shall I sing that Majesty
which heavenly hosts admire?
Let dust in dust and silence lie;
sing, sing, angelic choir!
Thousands of thousands stand around
your throne, O God Most High;
ten thousand times ten thousand sound
your praise: but who am I?

Your brightness to their sight appears
while I your footsteps trace:
a sound of God comes to my ears;
they see you face to face.
They sing because you are their Sun;
Lord, shine a beam on me!
Wherever heaven has begun
shall alleluias be.

Enlighten with faith's light my heart,
inflame it with love's fire;
then shall I sing and share a part
with that celestial choir.
I shall, I fear, be dark and cold,
with all my fire and light;
yet when you treasure their rich gold,
O Lord, accept my mite.

How great your being, sovereign Lord,
for you all beings keep!
Your knowledge is the only cord
to sound so vast a deep.
You are a sea without a shore.
a sun without a sphere;
your time is now and evermore.
your place is everywhere.

John Mason, 1683.
words in this version © The Jubilate Group 2013.

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