O who can know the mind of God,
And who dare call his name,
Whose glory is the rising sun,
Whose ev’ry word is flame?
Who else surrounds in boundless deeps
The island of the mind?
Who else in clouds of silence keeps
Long watch for humankind?
Too high for us, O Lord, your ways,
Too vast your works: through them
We reach with trembling words of praise
To touch your garment’s hem.
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