How shall I sing that majesty

How shall I sing that majesty
which angel hosts admire?
Let dust in dust and silence lie;
sing, sing, you heavenly choir.
Thousands of thousands stand around
your throne, O God most high;
ten thousand times ten thousand sound
your praise; but who am I?

2. Your brightness now to them appears,
while I your footsteps trace;
a sound of God comes to my ears,
but they behold your face.
They sing because you are their sun;
Lord, send a beam on me;
for where heaven is but once begun
there hallelujahs be.

3. Enlighten with faith’s light my heart,
inflame it with love’s fire;
then shall I sing and bear a part
with that celestial choir.
I shall, I fear, be dark and cold,
with all my fire and light;
yet, Lord, when you accept their gold,
then treasure up my mite.

4. How great your being, Lord divine,
which can all beings keep!
Your knowledge is the only line
to sound so vast a deep.
You are a sea without a shore,
a sun without a sphere;
your time is now and evermore,
your place is everywhere.