How Shall I Sing That Majesty

How shall I sing that majesty
which angels do admire?
Let dust in dust and silence lie;
Sing, sing, ye heav'nly 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.

Enlighten with faith's light my heart,
inflame it with love's fire;
Then shall I sing and bear a part
with that celestial choir.
I shall, I fear, be dark and cold,
with all my fire and light;
Yet when Thou dost accept their gold,
Lord, treasure up my mite.

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.