Thy Parent Hand, thy forming Skill
Firm fix'd this Universal Chain;
Else empty, barren Darkness still
Had held his unmolested Reign:
Whate'er in Earth, or Sea, or Sky
Or shuns or meets the wandring Thought,
Escapes or strikes the searching Eye,
By Thee was to Perfection brought.
High is thy Pow'r above all Height:
Whate'er thy Will decrees is done:
Thy Wisdom equal to thy Might
Only to Thee, O GOD, is known.