God incomprehensible and sovereign. <br /> <br />[Can creatures to perfection find <br />Th' eternal, uncreated Mind? <br />Or can the largest stretch of thought <br />Measure and search his nature out? <br /> <br />'Tis high as heav'n, 'tis deep as hell <br />And what can mortals know or tell? <br />His glory spreads beyond the sky, <br />And all the shining worlds on high. <br /> <br />But man, vain man, would fain be wise; <br />Born like a wild young colt, he flies <br />Through all the follies of his mind, <br />And swells, and snuffs the empty wind.] <br /> <br />God is a King of power unknown, <br />Firm are the orders of his throne; <br />If he resolve, who dares oppose, <br />Or ask him why or what he does? <br /> <br />He wounds the heart, and he makes whole <br />He calms the tempest of the soul; <br />When he shuts up in long despair, <br />Who can remove the heavy bar? <br /> <br />He frowns, and darkness veils the moon; <br />The fainting sun grows dim at noon; <br />The pillars of heav'n's starry roof <br />Tremble and start at his reproof. <br /> <br />He gave the vaulted heav'n its form, <br />The crooked serpent, and the worm; <br />He breaks the billows with his breath, <br />And smites the sons of pride to death. <br /> <br />These are a portion of his ways; <br />But who shall dare describe his face? <br />Who can endure his light, or stand <br />To hear the thunders of his hand?<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-170/
