Twas God Who Formed The Rolling Spheres
‘Twas God who fixed the rolling spheres,
And stretched the boundless skies,
Who formed the plain of endless years,
And bade the ages rise.
From everlasting is his might,
Immense and unconfined;
He pierces through the realms of light,
And rides upon the wind.
He darts along the burning sky,
Loud thunders round him roar;
Through worlds above, his terrors fly,
While worlds below adore.
He speaks–great nature’s wheels stand still,
And leave their wonted round;
The mountains melt; each trembling hill
Forsakes it ancient bound.
Ye world, and every living thing,
Fulfill his high command;
Pay grateful homage to your King,
And own his ruling hand.