Great God, in vain man’s nar­row view
Attempts to look Thy na­ture through;
Our la­bor­ing pow­ers with re­ver­ence own
Thy glories ne­ver can be known.

Not the high se­raph’s migh­ty thought,
Who count­less years his God has sought,
Such won­drous height or depth can find,
Or ful­ly trace Thy bound­less mind.

Yet, Lord, Thy kind­ness deigns to show
Enough for mor­tal men to know;
While wis­dom, good­ness, pow­er di­vine
Thro’ all Thy works and con­duct shine.

O! may our souls with rap­ture trace
Thy works of na­ture and of grace,
Explore Thy sac­red truth, and still
Press on to know and do Thy will!