164		DCM
	HOW shall I sing that majesty    Which angels do admire? Let dust in dust and silence lie     While sings the heavenly choir. Thousands of thousands stand around     Thy throne, O God most high; Ten thousand times ten thousand sound     Thy praise; but who am I?
2	Thy brightness unto them appears;     Whilst I Thy footsteps trace A sound of God comes to my ears,     But they behold Thy face. They sing because Thou art their sun;     Lord, send a beam on me; For where Heaven is but once begun     There hallelujahs be.
3	Enlighten with faith’s light my heart,     Inflame it with love’s fire; Then shall I sing and bear a part     With that celestial choir. I shall, I fear, be dark and cold,     With all my fire and light; Yet when Thou dost accept their gold,     Lord, treasure up my mite.
4	How great a being, Lord, is Thine,     Which doth all beings keep! Thy knowledge is the only line     To sound so vast a deep. Thou art a sea without a shore,     A sun without a sphere; Thy time is now and evermore,     Thy place is everywhere.
	John Mason, c 1646-94