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Almighty God! Supreme! Most High!
  Before Thy throne, in reverence, we kneel;
We cannot realize Thine infinity;
  Beholding not, we can Thy presence feel;
Though veiled impenetrably, Thou dost reveal
Such evidence as clouds cannot conceal!

Acknowledged, though unseen, Almighty Power!
  Within its secret depths, the bosom pays
In pleasure’s or affliction’s calmer hour,
  The heart’s sincerest offering of praise;
Intuitive, unuttered prayers arise
Without the outstretched arms, or reverently clos-ed eyes.

Down deep within the soul’s mysterious seat,
  The voice of reason, and inherent sense,
Admits Thy Sovereign Power, and doth entreat
  The guidance of a Just Omnipotence;
Thus doth the human essence e’er depend
On that Supreme. Eternal. Without End.

Supreme, Mysterious Power! Whate’er Thou be,
  Can e’er our mortal natures comprehend,
This side the veil which shrouds futurity,
  Thy Wisdom, Power, and Love? The end
Of all conclusions, reasoned o’er and o’er,
We know Thou dost exist! Can we know more?