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