If there was one poet who really understood the eternity of God, it was the Catholic poet and hymn writer, Frederick WIlliam Faber. He wrote:
My God, how wonderful Thou art,
Thy majesty how bright;
How beautiful Thy mercy-seat
In depths of burning light.
How dread are Thine eternal years,
O everlasting Lord!
By prostrate spirits day and night
How wonderful, how beautiful,
The sight of Thee must be;
Thy endless wisdom, boundless power,
And glorious purity!
O how I fear Thee, living God,
With deepest, tenderest fears,
And worship Thee with trembling hope
And penitential tears.
Yet I may love Thee too, O Lord,
Almighty as Thou art.
For Thou hast stooped to ask of me
The love of my poor heart.
No earthly father loves like Thee;
No mother, e’er so mild
Bears and forbears as Thou hast done
With me, Thy erring child.
Only to sit and think of God,
Oh, what a 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.