The Fortieth Chapter of Isaiah, Part 3

Nor doth His love eclipse His might,
Or lessen His majestic powers,
Though stooping from His glory's height;
Who is so great a God as ours?

He in the hollow of His hand
Measured the vast unbounded main;
The wide-extended heavens He spann'd;
Infinity His arms contain.

He meted out the earth, and poised
The mountains, hung on empty space,
When all the morning stars rejoiced,
And shouted their Creator's praise.

Creation's line His wisdom laid,
He grasp'd the chaos with His fist;
Sea, air, and earth, and heaven He weigh'd,
And bad the' exact machine consist.

Who with the great Omniscient God,
Angel or man, in council join'd;
To Him the way of judgment show'd,
Or taught that all-informing Mind?

He, high enthroned above all height,
A partner in His work disdains;
In power and knowledge infinite
The self-directed Spirit reigns.

See the vast tribes that crowd the face
Of earth, the islands scatter'd wide;
Survey the whole of human race,
Their wealth, their number, and their pride!

Light as the balance-dust, and small
To Him as the minutest grain,
Their millions into nothing fall,
Or "swell to be discern'd in vain."

The nations with their God compare,
(A drop with the unfathom'd sea,)
They vanish all, dissolved in air,
And lost in His immensity.

Lighter than vanity, and less
Than nothing, He on all looks down;
Nor can their services appease
His wrath, or mitigate His frown.

Lebanon brings her stores in vain;
Nor all her cedars can afford,
Not all her beasts for sinners slain,
An offering worthy of their Lord.

Nothing the creature adds to Him
From whom their borrow'd being flow'd;
Who self-sufficient and supreme
Exists, the One Eternal God.