The Infinite

From a puritan book of prayers

Thou great I AM,

Fill my mind with elevation and grandeur at the thought of a Being

   with whom one day is as a thousand years,

   and a thousand years as one day,

A mighty God, who, admist the lapse of worlds,

   and the revolutions of empires,

   feels no variableness,

   but is glorious in immortality.

May I rejoice that, while men die, the Lord lives;

   that, while all creatures are broken reeds,

      empty cisterns,

      fading flowers,

      withering grass,

   he is the Rock of Ages, the Fountain of living waters.