How shall I sing that majesty
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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 heav 'n is but once begun There alleluias be. 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. |
Ego-ne cantem angelis laudatum id decus? Cantet (tace intra te, cinis) supernus id chorus. Cum adstent mille milia tuo, Deus, throno et turba centiens ea * te laudet, quis ego? Notante me vestigium, splendorem i vident; distantem audio Deum, praesentem i habent. Fac me iubar illuminet, qui Sol es quem canunt; qua caelum esse incipiet, ibi Alleluia sunt. Quot sunt, et horum maxime et tegmen unicum, tuae modo scientiae profundum pervium; tu mare cassum litore, sol ambitu carens; idem locaris ubique per saecula manens. * et turba myriadica |