EN 5349 Lord, We Are Blind
1Tim.1.17
Versi Version 1
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Lord, we are blind, we mortals blind,
We can’t behold Thy bright abode;
O ’tis beyond a creature mind
To glance a thought half way to God!
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Infinite leagues beyond the sky
The great Eternal reigns alone,
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.
3
The Lord of glory builds His seat
Of gems insufferably bright,
And lays beneath His sacred feet
Substantial beams of gloomy night.
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Yet, glorious Lord, Thy gracious eyes
Look through and cheer us from above
Beyond our praise Thy grandeur flies,
Yet we adore, and yet we love.

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