"O GOD, what Eloquence can sing thy Praise?
" Or who can fathom thy stupendous Ways?
"All Things obey at thy divine Command;
" Thou mak'st a fruitful Field of barren Land:
"Obdurate Rocks a fertile Glebe shall be,
" And bring forth copious Crops, if bid by Thee;
" Deserts shall with Plenty smile,
" And curling Vines adorn the sterile Soil.