The Works and Wonders of Almighty Power

Now I surveyed my native faculties,
And traced my actions to their teeming source.
Now I explored the universal frame ;
Gazed nature through, and with interior light
Conversed with angels and unbodied saints,
That tread the courts of the Eternal King !
Gladly would I declare, in lofty strains,
The power of Godhead to the sons of men.
But thought is lost in its immensity ;
Imagination wastes its strength in vain ;
And fancy tires, and turns within itself,
Struck with the amazing depths of Deity !
Ah ! my loved God ! in vain a tender youth
Unskilled in arts of deep philosophy,
Attempts to search the bulky mass of matter ;
To trace the rules of motion ; and pursue
The phantom Time, too subtile for his grasp !
Yet may I, from thy most apparent works,
Form some idea of their wondrous Author,
And celebrate thy praise with rapturous mind !
How can I gaze upon yon sparkling vault,
And view the planets rolling in their spheres,
Yet be an atheist ? Can I see those stars,
And think of others far beyond my ken,
Yet want conviction of creating power ?
What but a Being of immense perfection
Could, through unbounded spaces, thus dispose
Such numerous bodies, all presumptive worlds ?
The undesigning hand of giddy chance
Could never fill, with globes so vast, so bright,
That lofty concave !
Where shall I trace the sources of the light ?
What seats assign the element of fire,
That, unconfined, through all the systems breaks ?
Here could I lie, in holy contemplation rapt,
And pass with pleasure an eternal age !
But 'tis too much for my weak mind to know.
Teach me with humble reverence to adore
The mysteries I must not comprehend I