165		LM
	ETERNAL Power! Whose high abode    Befits the grandeur of our God— Unending space beyond the bounds Where stars revolve their little rounds.
2	Thee while the first archangel sings, He hides his face beneath his wings, And throngs of shining ones around, Fall worshipping upon the ground.
3	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!
4	Earth from afar has heard Thy fame, And we have learned to speak Thy name; But O, the glories of Thy mind Leave all our soaring thoughts behind!
5	God is in Heaven, and we below; Be short our tunes, our words be few! A sacred reverence checks our songs, While awe and wonder rule our tongues.
	Isaac Watts, 1674-1748