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THE GREATNESS OF GOD.
THE GREATNESS OF GOD.
O Majesty unspeakable and dread !
Wert Thou less mighty than Thou art, Thou wert, O Lord ! too great for our belief,
Too little for our heart.
Thy greatness would seem monstrous by the si
Of creatures frail and undivine ; Yet they would have a greatness of their own
Free and apart from Thine.
Such grandeur were but a created thing,
A spectre, terror, and a grief, Out of all keeping with a world so calm,
Oppressing our belief.
But greatness, which is infinite, makes room
For all things in its lap to lie ; We should be crushed by a magnificence
Short of infinity.
It would outgrow us from the face of things,
Still prospering as we decayed, And, like a tyrannous rival, it would feed
Upon the wrecks it made.
But what is infinite must be a home,
A shelter for the meanest life, Where it is free to reach its greatest growth
Far from the touch of strife. |
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