I dare not think that thou art by, to stand
And face omnipotence so near at hand!
When I consider thee how must I shrink,
How must I say, I do not understand,
I dare not think!

I cannot stand before the thought of thee,
Infinite Fulness of Eternity!
So close that all the outlines of the land
Are lost, — in the inflowing of thy sea
I cannot stand.

I think of thee, and as the crystal bowl
Is broken and the waters of the soul
Go down to death within the crystal sea,
I faint and fail when, (thou, the perfect whole),
I think of thee.