This poem written by Thomas Blacklock in the 18th century, can be found in A. W. Tozer’s Christian Book of Mystical Verse.

Come, O my soul, in sacred lays,
Attempt thy great Creator’s praise:
But, oh, what tongue can speak his fame!
What mortal verse can reach the theme!

Enthroned amide the radiant spheres,
He glory like a garment wears;
To form a robe of light divine,
Ten thousand suns around Him shine.

In all our Maker’s grand designs,
Omnipotence, with wisdom, shines;
His works, through all this wondrous frame,
Declare the glory of His Name.

Raised on devotion’s lofty wing,
Do thou, my soul, His glories sing;
And let His praise employe thy tongue,
Till listening worlds shall join the song!

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