God Is a Name My Soul Adores

God is a name my soul ad­ores

Th’al­migh­ty Three

th’eter­nal One;

Nature and grace

with all their pow­ers

Confess the in­fin­ite un­known.

From Thy great self Thy be­ing springs;

Thou art Thine own orig­in­al

Made up of un­cre­at­ed things

And self-suf­fi­cient bears them all.

Thy voice pro­duced the sea and spheres

Bade the waves roar

and plan­ets shine;

But no­thing like Thy­self ap­pears

Through all these spa­cious works of Thine.

Still rest­less na­ture dies and grows;

From change to change the crea­tures run:

Thy being no suc­cess­ion knows

And all Thy vast de­signs are one.

A glance of Thine runs through the globes

Rules the bright worlds

and moves their frame;

Broad sheets of light com­pose Thy robes;

Thy guards are formed of liv­ing flame.

Thrones and do­min­ions round Thee fall

And wor­ship in sub­miss­ive forms;

Thy pre­sence shakes this low­er ball

This lit­tle dwell­ing place of worms.

How shall af­fright­ed mor­tals dare

To sing Thy glo­ry or Thy grace?

Beneath Thy feet we lie so far

And see but sha­dows of Thy face!

Who can be­hold the blaz­ing light?

Who can ap­proach con­sum­ing flame?

None but Thy wis­dom knows Thy might

None but Thy Word can speak Thy name.