The Knowledge of God natural to Man

That gracious Pow'r, who, from his kindred clay, Bids man arise to tread the realms of day, Implants a guide, that tells what will fulfil His word, or what's repugnant to his will; The author of our being marks so clear, That none, but those who will be blind, can err; Or wheresoe'er we turn th' attentive eyes, Proofs of a God on ev'ry side arise; Nature, a faithful mirror, stands to shew God, in his works, disclos'd to human view; Whate'er exists beneath the chrystal floods, Or cuts the liquid air, or haunts the woods; The various flow'rs, that spread th' enamell'd mead, Each plant, each herb, or ev'n the grass we tread, Displays Omnipotence: None else could form The vilest weed, or animate a worm. Or view the livid wonders of the sky, What hand suspends those pond'rous orbs on high? The comets flight, the planets mystic dance! Are these the works of Providence or chance? Themselves declare that universal cause Who fram'd the system, and impos'd their laws.