William Preston Johnston - Inspiration lyrics

SPIRIT Divine that o'er creation broods, Filling with life the outer bounds of space And thrilling further yet the amplitudes Beyond the finite ken, Thou hast by grace From Thy pure essence lent a spark, a trace, Of Deity, in those benignant moods Wherein the Infinite reveals His face To holy men, but still their grasp eludes. And thus to David's heaven-strung harp there came Music that matched the worship of his song, Remorse and penitence and words of flame; And prophets spake with inspiration strong. Before their eyes ages to come unroll, And fire-touched lips recite the seraphs' scroll.