167		LM
	CAN mortals understand or find    The perfect, uncreated Mind? And can the greatest human thought Measure and search God’s nature out?
2	’Tis high as Heaven, and deep as well; What can mere mortals know or tell? His glory spreads beyond the sky And all the starry worlds on high.
3	God is a King of power unknown; Firm are the orders from His throne; If He resolves—who dare oppose, Or ask Him why, or what He does?
4	Man has a soul of vast desires, And burns within with restless fires; In vain on earth we hope to find Some solid good to fill the mind.
5	Where can I fix my hopes secure? Lord, on Thy Word, which shall endure; Enlightened by Thy heavenly ray, My mental darkness turns to day.
6	Here, through the veil of flesh I see, And sacred wonders dawn on me; I see the God of power and grace, And look into my Saviour’s face.
	Cento from Isaac Watts, 1674-1748‡