1 When I, with pleasing wonder, stand,
And all my frame survey,
Lord! 'tis thy work – I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.
2 Thy hand my heart and reins possess'd,
Where unborn nature grew;
Thy wisdom all my features trac'd,
And all my members drew.
3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd
The growth of every part;
'Till the whole scheme, thy thoughts had laid,
Was copy'd by thy art.
4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire and wind
Shew me thy wond'rous skill;
But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.
5 Thy awful glories round me shine,
My flesh proclaims thy praise;
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.
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First Line: | When I, with pleasing wonder, stand |
Title: | The wisdom of God in the formation of man |
Meter: | Common Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1791 |
Notes: | Second part |