How wonderful, how beautiful the sight of thee must be, thine endless wisdom, boundless power and awful purity. O how I fear thee, living god, with deepest, tenderest fears, and worship thee with trembling hope and penitential tears. Only to sit and think of god, oh, what joy it is! To think the thought, to breathe the name, earth has no higher bliss! Father of Jesus, love\'s reward, what rapture will it be, prostrate before thy throne to lie and gaze, and gaze on thee.