Scripture Verse

God Himself that formed the earth and made it. Isaiah 45:18


Philip Doddridge

Words: Phi­lip Dodd­ridge, 1737.

Music: Ari­zo­na Ro­bert H. Earn­shaw, in The Book of Praise (To­ron­to, On­tar­io: Ox­ford Uni­ver­si­ty Press, 1918) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Earn­shaw (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Great former of this various frame,
Our souls adore Thine awful name;
And bow and tremble while they praise
The Ancient of eter­nal days.

Thou, Lord, with unsurprised survey,
Sawest nature rising yesterday;
And, as tomorrow, shall Thine eye
See earth and stars in ruin lie.

Beyond an angel’s vision bright,
Thou dwell’st in self-existent light;
Which shines, with undiminished ray,
While suns and worlds in smoke decay.

Our days a transient pe­ri­od run,
And change with every circling sun;
And, in the firmest state we boast,
A moth can crush us into dust.

But let the creatures fall around;
Let death consign us to the ground;
Let the last general flame arise,
And melt the arches of the skies:

Calm as the summer’s ocean, we
Can all the wreck of nature see,
While grace secures us an abode,
Unshaken as the throne of God.