Creation and Condescension


Yet in all these how great soe’er they be,

We see not Him. The glass is all too dense

And dark, or else our earthborn eyes too dim.

Yon Alps, that lift their heads above the clouds

And hold familiar converse with the stars,

Are dust, at which the balance trembleth not,

Compared with His divine immensity.

The snow-crown’d summits fail to set Him forth,

Who dwelleth in Eternity, and bears

Alone, the name of High and Lofty One.

Depths unfathomed are too shallow to express

The wisdom and the knowledge of the Lord.

The mirror of the creatures has no space

To bear the image of the Infinite.

‘Tis true the Lord hath fairly writ his name,

And set his seal upon creation’s brow.

But as the skilful potter much excels

The vessel which he fashions on the wheel,

E’en so, but in proportion greater far,

Jehovah’s self transcends his noblest works.

Earth’s ponderous wheels would break, her axles snap,

If freighted with the load of Deity.

Space is too narrow for the Eternal’s rest,

And time too short a footstool for his throne.

E’en avalanche and thunder lack a voice,

To utter the full volume of his praise.

How then can I declare him? Where are words

With which my glowing tongue may speak his name?

Silent I bow, and humbly I adore.

–C. H. Spurgeon

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