Unless the details of this life, those structures of the things I see, are faded by Your Glory-light, take back-seat to Your Majesty, my eyes will always think they’re true and fool my senses, charm my mind; thus taught, my vision makes of You a lesser god of lowly kind.

Unless the details of this life,
those structures of the things I see,
are faded by Your Glory-light,
take back-seat to Your Majesty,
my eyes will always think they’re true
and fool my senses, charm my mind;
thus taught, my vision makes of You
a lesser god of lowly kind.
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