Which truth untaught, all other truths were vain.
Thou! whose all-providential eye surveys, 660
Whose hand directs, whose Spirit fills and warms
Creation, and holds empire far beyond!
Eternity’s inhabitant august!
Of two eternities amazing Lord!
One past, ere man’s, or angel’s, had begun
Aid! while I rescue from the foe’s assault
Thy glorious immortality in man:
A theme for ever, and for all, of weight,