"Canst thou find out the Almighty?"
1 Can creatures to perfection find
Th' eternal, uncreated Mind?
Or can the largest stretch of thought
Measure and search his nature out?
2 God is a King of power unknown;
Firm are the orders of his throne;
If he resolve, who dare oppose,
Or ask him why or what he does?
3 He frowns, and darkness veils the moon
The fainting sun grows dim at noon:
The pillars of heaven's starry roof
Tremble and start at his reproof.
4 These are a portion of his ways:
But who shall dare describe his face?
Who can endure his light, or stand
To hear the thunders of his hand?