1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came,
A work of such a curious frame;
In me thy fearful wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy skill divine.
2 Thine eyes could all my limbs survey,
Which yet in dark confusion lay;
Thou saw'st the daily growth they took,
Form'd by the model of thy book.
3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd,
And what thy sovereign councils fram'd,
The breathing lungs, the beating heart,
Was copied with unerring art.
4 At last, to shew my Maker's name,
God stamp'd his image on my frame,
And, in some unknown moment, join'd
The finish'd members of the mind.
5 There the young seeds of thought began,
And all the passions of the man,
Great God, our infant nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praise.
Pause.
6 Lord, since in my advancing age
I've acted on life's busy stage,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The power of numbers to recount.
7 I could survey the ocean o'er,
And count each sand that makes the shore,
Before my swiftest thoughts could trace
The numerous wonders of thy grace.
8 These on my heart are still imprest,
With these I give my eyes to rest;
And at my waking hour I find
God and his love possess my mind.
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First Line: | 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came |
Title: | The wonderful formation of man |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
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Notes: | Second part |