The Creation of Man; or God the Searcher of the Heart

Verse 1

Lord, thy pervading knowledge strikes Through nature's inmost gloom: And in thy circling arms I lay A slumberer in the womb.

Verse 2

Thee will I honor, for I stand A volume of thy skill, Stupendous are thy works, and they My contemplations fill.

Verse 3

Thine eye beheld me when the speck Of entity began; And o'er my form, in darkness fram'd Thy rich embroid'ry ran.

Verse 4

Th' unfashion'd mass by thee was seen; My structure in thy book Was plann'd, before thy curious mould The future embryo took.

Verse 5

How precious are the streaming joys That from thy love descend! Would I rehearse their numbers o'er, Where would their numbers end?

Verse 6

Not ocean's countless sands exceed The blessings of the skies; With night's descending shades they fall, With morning splendors rise.

Verse 7

"Thy awful glories round me shine, "My flesh proclaims thy praise; "Lord to thy works of nature join "Thy miracles of grace."