Knowing God

I just finished writing this poem:

Oh that I could contain the whole
Of Thy perfections--rich and full!
For oft and quick my mind is bound
By fetters tight upon the ground.

And should I try to comprehend,
My finite being would not lend
Thy great transcendence rightful place
My puny mind lends hardly space.

Yet this my glorious, treasured prize,
That I behold Thee with mine eyes.
When in Thine arms I take my rest
At last my longing heart is bless'd
To know Thee more—
This—my request.