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Yea, in Thy wonders' might as clear to see

As when within the shrine I looked for Thee.

Who shall not fear Thee? Lo! upon their shoulders

Thy yoke divinely dread!

Who shall forbear to cry to Thee, That givest

To all their daily bread?

And can the Lord God truly—

God, the Most High—dwell here within man’s breast?

What shall he answer, pondering—

Man, whose foundations in the dust do rest?

For Thou art holy, dwelling 'mid the praise

Of them that waft Thee worship all their days.

Angels adoring, singing of Thy wonder,

Stand upon Heaven's height;

And Thou, enthroned o'erhead, all things upholdest

With everlasting might.