Fearful and wondrous is the skill which 



Our body's vital plan, 

 And from the first dim hidden germ unfolds 



The perfect limbs of man. 

 Who, who can pierce the secret ? tell us how 



Something is drawn from naught, 

 Life from the inert mass ? Who, Lord ! but thon, 



Whose hand the whole has wrought ? 

 Of this corporeal substance, still to be, 



Thine eye a survey took ; 

 Ami all my members, yet unformed by thee. 



Were written in thy book. 



PSALM cxxxix. 13-1 ft. 



