Cause and support of all things, can I view

These objects of my wonder: can I feel

These fine sensations, and not think of Thee?

Thou who dost through th’eternal round of time,

Dost through th’ immensity of space exist

Alone, shalt Thou excluded be

From this Thy universe? Shall feeble man

Think it beneath his proud philosophy

To call for Thy assistance, and pretend

To frame a world, who cannot frame a clod?