O Lord, how great are Thy works! and Thy thoughts are very deep. A brutish man knoweth not; neither doth a fool understand this. When the wicked spring as the grass, and when all the workers of iniquity do flourish; it is that they shall be destroyed for ever. But Thou, Lord, art most high for evermore. Psalm 92:5–8
With what delight, great God, I trace
Each act of Thy stupendous grace!
Great are the works Thy hand has wrought,
And deep beyond all search Thy thought.
Thy acts the minds of brutish mold
With unregarding eye behold,
And, strangers to Thy wise design,
In erring censure madly join:
Nor know, that, when the impious band,
Fresh as the flower, conspicuous stand,
Mature for death their heads they rear,
And swift destruction waits them near.
But Thou above the starry plain
In endless majesty shalt reign;
And downward from th’ethereal height
O’er subject worlds extend Thy might.