How Shall I Sing That Majesty?

How shall I sing that ma­jes­ty

Which an­gels do ad­mire?

Let dust in dust and si­lence lie;

Sing

sing

ye 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?

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 al­le­lu­ias be.

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.

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.