Lord, We Are Blind

Lord

we are blind

we mor­tals blind

We can’t be­hold Thy bright abode;

O ’tis be­yond a crea­ture’s mind

To glance a thought half way to God.

Infinite leagues be­yond the sky

The great Eter­nal reigns alone

Where nei­ther wings nor souls can fly

Nor an­gels climb the top­less throne.

The Lord of glo­ry builds His seat

Of gems in­suf­fer­ab­ly bright

And lays be­neath His sac­red feet

Substantial beams of gloomy night.

Yet

glo­ri­ous Lord

Thy gra­cious eyes

Look through

and cheer us from ab­ove;

Beyond our praise Thy grand­eur flies

Yet we ad­ore

and yet we love.