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Who is like thee, the Lord
Whom realms and worlds obey,
While all the gods by men adored,
Are things of wood and clay?
The hollow of thy hand
Holds every wildest sea;
Thine eye the universe has scanned,
Thy scales the mountains weigh.
Nations are drops of dew
Or grains of drifting dust;
Nay, less than nothing in thy view,
Because no longer just.
Yet hast thou, Lord, assumed
Our nature into thine,
That, we so late to ruin doomed,
Might rise to bliss divine.
And thou dost deign to feed
Those by the love forgiven;
And as a Shepherd, gently lead
The weakest up to heaven.
Be thou exalted high:
Be thou by all adored;
Who has thy love or majesty?
Who is like thee the Lord?
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6 6 8 6 (S.M.)
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