Soothed by a creature's aid,
And agonised, as victim of the Law
770Which He Himself had made;
For who can praise Him in His depth and height,
But he who saw Him reel amid that solitary fight?
Soul
Hark! for the lintels of the presence-gate
Are vibrating and echoing back the strain.
Fourth Choir of Angelicals
Praise to the Holiest in the height,