You Are There


Beyond our minds, outside of time,
In worlds unknown, upon a throne,
You reign Supreme, eternally,
And You are there, You are there.

Where can we go from Your presence?
Where can we go where You’re not there?

For we can’t see, what You can see,
We don’t know what our future holds,
But Lord You know, You’re in control,
You’re already there.

Creator of, all things above,
Complexities of galaxies,
You have fashioned ev’ry atom,
And You are there, You are there.

When burdened souls, can take no more,
On desp’rate peaks, through valleys deep,
You know our cares, You hear our prayers,
And You are there, You are there.

God of Wonder,
You are Other,
Too Wonderful for me.

Behind the lines

Psalm 139

Above Our Reason

When we grapple with the wonders of God our minds are quickly blown by His “Divine Glories.” Isaac Watts (1674-1748), the hymn-writer and thinker, penned the hymn below about our Wondrous, Mysterious King. 

In addition to hymns, Watts wrote a text-book on logic with a lengthy title appropriately named Logic, or The Right Use of Reason in the Enquiry After Truth With a Variety of Rules to Guard Against Error in the Affairs of Religion and Human Life, as well as in the Sciences.

Watts’ Wikipedia page states, “This was first published in 1724, and its popularity ensured that it went through twenty editions.”  And later it states, “Isaac Watts’ Logic became the standard text on logic at Oxford, Cambridge, Harvard and Yale; being used at Oxford University for well over 100 years.”

With this background on Watts, and his logician abilities, come feast on his hymn entitled:

The Divine Glories Above Our Reason

How wondrous great, how glorious bright,
Must our Creator be,
Who dwells amidst the dazzling light
Of vast infinity!

Our soaring spirits upwards rise
Toward the celestial throne;
Fain would we see the blessed Three,
And the Almighty One.

Our reason stretches all its wings,
And climbs above the skies;
But still how far beneath thy feet
Our grov’lling reason lies!

Lord, here we bend our humble souls,
And awfully adore;
For the weak pinions of our mind
Can stretch a thought no more.

Thy glories infinitely rise
Above our lab’ring tongue;
In vain the highest seraph tries
To form an equal song.

In humble notes our faith adores
The great mysterious King,
While angels strain their nobler powers,
And sweep the immortal string.

Infinite & Incomprehensible


His age can never be given,
His past has an infinite start,
His universe cannot hold Him,
His Spirit exceeds every part,
His brightness is beyond knowing,
His splendor surpasses the stars,
His praise is sung by the heavens,
His choir is His glorious art,
His earth speaks to His perfection,
His works are a sign with His mark,
His moon directs tides and oceans,
His sun sends forth rays in the dark,
His mercy dares explanation,
His grace overwhelms sinner’s hearts,
His cross kills logical reason,
The Incomprehensible God.

Behind the lines

His splendor covered the heavens, and the earth was full of his praise (Habakkuk 3:3b ESV).

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