This is an hymn by Isaac Watts, his Hymn 82 of Book 1, published 1709.
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God far above creatures by Isaac Watts, based on Job 4:17-21
Shall the vile race of flesh and blood
Contend with their Creator God?
Shall mortal worms presume to be
More holy, wise, or just than He?
Behold, He puts his trust in none
Of all the spirits round His throne:
Their natures, when compared with His,
Are neither holy, just, nor wise.
But how much meaner things are they
Who spring from dust, and dwell in clay!
Touched by the finger of thy wrath,
We faint and vanish like the moth.
From night to day, from day to night,
We die by thousands in Thy sight;
Buried in dust whole nations lie
Like a forgotten vanity.
Almighty Power, to Thee we bow;
How frail are we, how glorious Thou!
No more the sons of earth shall dare
With an eternal God compare.
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