Each one a thing of grandeur, each alone
Inspiring fearsome wonder in my soul,
What marvel that my being all is thrown
Aghast in awe by this stupendous Whole?
What wonder that I stand in mute amaze,
Dumfounded by the scene whereon I gaze?
My God, how wonderful Thy works appear!
How mighty art Thou, and omnipotent!
Before Thee, bending low in reverent fear,
I humbly bow. My human pride is bent.
Thou, Thou art God my awful Maker, I
Am helpless in my weak humanity.
XXII.
I hear the Psalmist's words again,[H] and now
Their fuller meaning bursts upon my soul;
Thou madest all the earth and heaven, Thou
Dost hold the mighty seas within control;
These lofty heights were form'd by Thy right-hand;
Thou formedst all—all bow to Thy command.
XXIII.
And what is man to Thee? He well may fall
Before Thee worshipping, when thus he sees
Thy vast creations. Weak indeed and small
Doth man appear before such works as these.
In meek humility I bend my knee
Before Thee. Lord, why thinkest Thou of me?
Yet why should all these wonders, thus arrayed
Before me, more command my reverence
Than man, the greatest creature God has made,
And chiefest pledge of His omnipotence?
Before the man these wonders fade away,
As pales the moon before the orb of day.
XXV.