Who can resist th’ Almighty arm
that made the starry sky?
Or who elude the certain glance
of God’s all-seeing eye?
From him no cov’ring vails our crimes;
hell opens to his sight;
And all Destruction’s secret snares
lie full disclosed in light.
Firm on the boundless void of space
he poised the steady pole,
And in the circle of his clouds
bade secret waters roll.
While nature’s universal frame
its Maker’s power reveals,
His throne, remote from mortal eyes
an awful cloud conceals.
From where the rising day ascends,
to where it sets in night,
He compasses the floods with bounds,
and checks their threat’ning might.
The pillars that support the sky
tremble at his rebuke;
Through all its caverns quakes the earth,
as though its centre shook.
He brings the waters from their beds,
although no tempest blows,
And smites the kingdom of the proud
without the hand of foes.
With bright inhabitants above
he fills the heavenly land,
And all the crooked serpent’s breed
dismayed before him stand.
Few of his works can we survey;
these few our skill transcend:
But the full thunder of his pow’r
what heart can comprehend?
Scottish Psalter and Paraphrases