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,
Whilst I Thy Footsteps Trace;
A Sound Of God Comes To My Ears,
But They Behold Thy Face.
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.