God Himself that formed the earth and made it. Isaiah 45:18
Words: Philip Doddridge, 1737.
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.