48 WONDERS OF CREATION. 



the path of duty, but the way of salvation through a 

 crucified Saviour. 



Proud, scornful man ! thy soaring wing 



Would hurry towards Infinity : 

 And yet the vilest, meanest thing 



Is too sublime, too deep for thee ; 

 And all thy vain imagining 



Lost in the smallest speck we see. 

 It must be so : — for He, even He 



Who worlds created, formed the worm : 

 He pours the dew, who filled the sea ; 



Breathes from the flower, who rules the storm : 

 Him we may worship — not conceive; 



See not and hear not — but adore, 

 Bow in the dust, obey, believe ; 



Utter his name, and know no more. 



