The Treasury Of Sacred Song

Heaven in the depth and height is seen;

On high among the stars, and low

In deep clear waters: all between

Is earth, and tastes of earth: ev'n so

The Almighty One draws near

To strongest seraphs there, to weakest infants here.

GOD's Angels keep the eternal round

Of praise on high, and never tire.

His lambs are in His Temple found

Early, with all their hearts' desire.

They boast not to be free, --

They grudge not to their LORD meek ear and bended knee.