The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

Great God amid the darksome night

Great God amid the darksome night,
Thy glories dart upon my sight,
While, wrapt in wonder, I behold
The silver moon and stars of gold.

But, when I see the sub, arise,
And pour his glories o'er the skies,
In more stupendous forms I view
Thy greatness and thy goodness too.

Thou Sun of suns, whose dazzling light
Tries and confounds an angel's sight
How shall I glance mine eye at thee
In all thy vast immensity?

Yet I may he sllow'd to trace
The distant shadows of thy face;
As, in the pale and sickly moon,
We trace the image of the sun.

In every mark thy hands have made,
Thy power and wisdom are display'd;
But, Oh! what glories all divine
In my incarnate Saviour shine!

He is my Sun: beneath his wings
My soul securely sits and sings;
And there enjoys, like shave abase,
The balmy influence of thy love.

Oh, may the vital strength and heat,
His cheering beams communicate,
Enable me my coarse to run
With the name vigour as the sun!

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