Shall Foolish, Weak, Short-Sighted Man

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!