LIV. The Mutability of the Creation, and the Immutability of GOD.

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 unsurpriz'd Survey
Saw'st Nature rising Yesterday;
And, as To-morrow, shall thine Eye
See Earth, and Stars in Ruin lye.

Beyond an Angel's Vision bright,
Thou dwell'st in self-existent Light;
Which shines with undiminish'd Ray,
While Suns, and Worlds in Smoke decay.

Our Days a transient Period run,
And change with ev'ry 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 gen'ral 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.