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C.M.

1
Great God! how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee!

2
Thy throne eternal ages stood,
Ere seas or stars were made;
Thou art the ever-living God,
Were all the nations dead.

3
Nature and time quite naked lie
To Thy immense survey,
From the formation of the sky,
To the great burning day.

4
Eternity, with all its years,
Stands present in Thy view;
To Thee there’s nothing old appears –
Great God! there’s nothing new!

5
Our lives through various scenes are drawn,
And vexed with trifling cares,
While Thy eternal thought moves on
Thy undisturbed affairs.

6
Great God! how infinite art Thou!
What worthless worms are we!
Let the whole race of creatures bow,
And pay their praise to Thee!