In quaking wonder of starry sky
That yonder stellar scene I view!
Hast thou deigned this profane eye
Thy wondrous creation works pursue?
Shall my tainted senses sense
The gleaming gas from fingers spun
To make my body shake and wince?
O distant beauty! Distant suns!
My body is now tremulous!
The fear of God at last I know!
Divinity of righteousness!
Where from your spirit may I go?
No less Thy presence here than there
Indeed, thine image man dost bare!

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