Great Former of this various frame, Our souls adore Thine awful Name; And bow and tremble while they praise The Ancient of eternal days. Thou, Lord, with unsurprised survey, Saw???st nature rising yesterday; And, as tomorrow, shall Thine eye See earth and stars in ruin lie. Beyond an angel???s vision bright, Thou dwell???st in self existent light; Which shines, with undiminished ray, While suns and worlds in smoke decay. Our days a transient period run, And change with every circling sun; And, in the firmest state we boast, A moth can crush us into dust. But let the creatures fall around; Let death consign us to the ground; Let the last general flame arise, And melt the arches of the skies: Calm as the summer???s ocean, we Can all the wreck of nature see, While grace secures us an abode, Unshaken as the throne of God.