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The endless whirl of worlds may not contain Thee,

How, then, one heaven's vault?

And Thou, withal uplifted

O'er man, upon a mighty throne apart,

Art yet forever near him,

Breath of his spirit, life-blood of his heart.

His own mouth speaketh testimony true

That Thou his Maker art alone; for who

Shall say he hath not seen Thee? Lo! the heavens

And all their host aflame

With glory show Thy fear in speech unuttered,

With silent voice proclaim.

Longing I sought Thy presence,

Lord, with my whole heart did I call and pray,

And going out toward Thee,

I found Thee coming to me on the way;