Shall fool­ish, weak, short-sight­ed man
Beyond arch­an­gels go,
The great Al­migh­ty God ex­plain,
Or to per­fect­ion know?
His at­trib­utes di­vine­ly soar
Above the crea­ture’s sight,
And pros­trate se­ra­phim adore
The glo­ri­ous In­fi­nite.

Jehovahs ev­er­last­ing days,
They can­not num­bered be;
Incomprehensible the space
Of Thine imm­en­si­ty;
Thy wis­dom’s depths by re­ason’s line
In vain we strive to sound,
Or stretch our la­bor­ing thought to as­sign
Omnipotence a bound.

The bright­ness of Thy glo­ries leave
Description far b­elow;
Nor man, nor an­gel’s heart con­ceives
How deep Thy mer­cies flow;
Thy love is most un­search­able,
And daz­zles all above;
They gaze, but can­not count or tell
The trea­sures of Thy love!