The Greatness and Majesty of GOD, and the Meanness of the Creatures. Isaiah xl. 15, 16, 17

Ye weak Inhabitants of Clay, Ye trifling Insects of a Day, Low in your native Dust bow down Before th' Eternal's awful Throne.

With trembling Heart, with solemn Eye, Behold JEHOVAH seated high; And search, what worthy Sacrifice Your Hands can give, your Thoughts devise.

Let Lebanon her Cedars bring To blaze before the sov'reign King, And all the Beasts, that on it feed, As Victims at his Altar bleed.

Loud let ten thousand Trumpets sound, And call remotest Nations round, Assembled on the crowded Plains, Princes and People, Kings and Swains.

Join'd with the Living, let the Dead Rising the Face of Earth o'erspread; And, while his Praise unites their Tongues, Let Angels eccho back the Songs.

The Drop, that from the Bucket falls, The Dust, that hangs upon the Scales, Is more to Sky and Earth and Sea, Than all this Pomp, O GOD, to thee.