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 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,
While I thy footsteps trace
A sound of God comes to my ears,
But they behold thy face:
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.

Enlighten with faith's light my heart,
Inflame it with love's fire
Then shall I sing and take my part
With that celestial choir.
They sing, because thou art their sun
Lord, send a beam on me
For where heaven 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.