THY GLORY, LORD.
THY GLORY, LORD.
Exod. xxxiii. 18.
1.
Thy glory, Lord, o’er all the earth,
Like morning’s light doth shine,
Where mountain’s heave their giant birth,
Where rolls that sea of thine;
That glorious sea, that mirrors thee
More wonderful and vast,
Whose throne was reared, eternally
In clouds and darkness cast.
2.
Thy glory, Lord, though thou art great,
Is not thy power alone,
Though seraphs in thy service wait,
And burn before thy throne;
Thy glory, Lord, is not the sword
Of vengeance on thy thigh;
Nor thunders that await thy word,
To rend the shrivelled sky.
3.
Thy glory, Lord, is not the light
That crowns thine awful head,
Nor e’en the amber lustre bright
Around thy presence shed:
For there the hymn, of cherubim,
And lyres that flame above,
Proclaims it, to thy glory dim,
The glory of thy love!