In the works, the beauty,beyond
masterplanners' imagination;
And the arranged of nature, in circle
cycling smoohtly in right orbits;
It pictures in me as dream, it seems,
to leave me dreamlessly;
That I've long enough learn,from the
sweat of His brow.
I know not the awesomeness long before
nor the brightness of the glory;
Now, I could tell from His works
and as guide His hand;
And there's no end to the font of ideas
when given to be thought;
For the works and beauty, beyond
has already declared Him.