Life and existence out of Thee begin.

Mysterious more, the more displayed, where still

Upon thy glorious Throne thou sitt'st alone;

Hast sat alone; and shalt for ever sit

Alone; invisible, immortal One!

Behind essential brightness unbeheld.

Incomprehensible! what weight shall weigh?

What measure measure Thee? what know we

more,

Of Thee, what need to know, than Thou hast

taught,

And bid'st us still repeat, at morn and even

God! everlasting Father! holy One!

Our God, our Father, our Eternal All.

Source whence we came; and whither we

return;

Who made our spirits, who our bodies made;

Who made the heaven, who made the flowery

land;

Who made all made; who orders, governs all:

Who walks upon the wind; who holds the wave In hollow of thy hand; whom thunders wait; Whom tempests serve; whom flaming fires obey: Who guides the circuit of the endless years: And sitt'st on high, and mak'st creation's top Thy footstool; and behold'st below Thee, allAll nought, all less than nought, and vanity. Like transient dust that hovers on the scale, Ten thousand worlds are scattered in thy breath. Thou sitt'st on high, and measures destinies, And days, and months, and wide revolving

years:

And dost according to thy holy will;

And none can stay thy hand; and none withhold Thy glory; for in judgment, Thou, as well

As mercy, art exalted, day and night.

Past, present, future, magnify thy name.
Thy works all praise Thee; all thy angels praise:

Thy saints adore, and on thy altars burn

The fragrant incense of perpetual love,

They praise Thee now: their hearts, their voices,

praise,

And swell the rapture of the glorious song.

Harp! lift thy voice on high-shout, angels shout!
And loudest ye redeemed! glory to God,

And to the Lamb, who bought us with his blood;
From every kindred, nation, people, tongue;
And washed, and sanctified, and saved our souls;
And gave us robes of linen pure, and crowns
Of life, and made us kings and priests to God.
Shout back to ancient Time! Sing loud, and wave
Your palms of triumph! sing, where is thy sting,
O Death? where is thy victory, O grave?
Thanks be to God, eternal thanks, who gave
Us victory through Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Harp, lift thy voice on high! shout, angels shout!
And loudest ye redeemed! glory to God,
And to the Lamb-all glory and all praise ;
All glory and all praise, at morn and even,
That come and go eternally; and find

Us happy still, and Thee for ever blest.
Glory to God, and to the Lamb. Amen.

Forever, and forever more. Amen.

And those who stood upon the sea of glass; And those who stood upon the battlements, And lofty towers of New Jerusalem;

And those who circling stood, bowing afar,

Exalted on the everlasting hills,

Thousands of thousands-thousands infinite

With voice of boundless love, answered: Amen. And through eternity, near, and remote,

The worlds adoring, echoed back: Amen.

And God the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost-
The One Eternal! smiled superior bliss.

And every eye, and every face in heaven,
Reflecting, and reflected, beamed with love.

Nor did he not-the Virtue new arrived, From Godhead gain an individual smile,

Of high acceptance, and of welcome high,
And confirmation evermore in good.
Meantime the landscape glowed with holy joy.
Zephyr, with wing dipt from the well of life,
Sporting through Paradise, shed living dews:
The flower the spicy shrubs, the lawns refreshed,
Breathed their selectest balm; breathed odours,

such

As angels love and all the trees of heaven,
The cedar, pine, and everlasting oak,

Rejoicing on the mountains, clapped their hands.