Oliver Holden - Salem - текст песни (слова)

5. The mysteries of creation lie
 Beneath enlightened minds;
 Thoughts can ascend above the sky,
 And fly before the winds.
 
 6. Reason may grasp the massy hills,
 And stretch from pole to pole,
 But half Thy name our spirit fills,
 And overloads our soul.
 
 7. In vain our haughty reason swells;
 For nothing's found in Thee
 But boundless inconceivables,
 And vast eternity!  
 The Infinite by Isaac Watts