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LORD, where shall I find Thee?

All-hidden and exalted is Thy place;

And where shall I not find Thee?

Full of Thy glory is the infinite space.

Found near-abiding ever,

He made the earth's ends, set their utmost bar;

Unto the nigh a refuge,

Yea, and a trust to them who wait afar.

Thou sittest throned between the Cherubim,

Thou dwellest high above the cloud rack dim.

Praised by Thine hosts and yet beyond their praises

Forever far exalt;