To whom shall we our awesome God compare?
Is there another like Him in the land?
Who else has woven waves with loving care
Or measured seas and oceans in his hand?
Who else has carved the earth to form these vales
Or mounted stars according to His plan?
Who else has weighed the mountains on His scales
Or marked the starry heavens with a span?
The nations are but dust within his fist,
Mere droplets in a bucket filled with seas.
The kings of men are lasting as fine mist,
Their kingdoms as enduring as the breeze.
But while the realms of men have long since passed,
The city of our God will always last.