Supreme of Beings, with Delight

Supreme of be­ings

with de­light

Our eyes sur­vey this heav’n­ly sight;

And trace with ad­mi­ra­tion sweet

The beam­ing splen­dors of Thy feet.

Jasper and sap­phire strive in vain

To paint the glo­ries of Thy train;

Thy robes all stream eter­nal light

Too pow­er­ful for a cher­ub’s sight.

Yet round Thy throne the rain­bow shines

Fair em­blem of Thy kind de­signs:

Bright pledge

that speaks Thy co­ve­nant sure

Long as Thy king­dom shall en­dure.

No more shall de­luges of woe

Thy new-cre­at­ed world o’er­flow;

Jesus

our sun

His beams dis­plays

And gilds the clouds with beau­te­ous rays.

No gems so bright

no forms so fair;

Mercy and truth full tri­umph there:

Thy saints shall bless the peace­ful sign

When stars and suns for­get to shine.

E’en here

while storms and gloo­my shade

And hor­rors all the scene o’er­spread

Faith views the throne with pierc­ing eye

And boasts

the rain­bow still is nigh.