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John Newton - The Book Of Creation
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The book of nature open lies,
With much instruction stored;
But till the Lord anoints our eyes
We cannot read a word. 

Philosophers have pored in vain,
And guessed, from age to age;
For reason`s eye could ne`er attain
To understand a page. 

Though to each star they give a name,
Its size and motions teach;
The truths which all the stars proclaim,
Their wisdom cannot reach. 

With skill to measure earth and sea;
And weigh the subtle air;
They cannot, Lord, discover thee
Though present everywhere. 

The knowledge of the saints excels
The wisdom of the schools;
To them his secrets God reveals,
Though men account them fools. 

To them the sun and stars on high,
The flow`rs that paint the field,
And all the artless birds that fly,
Divine instruction yield. 

The creatures on their senses press,
As witnesses to prove
Their Saviour`s pow`r, and faithfulness,
His providence and love. 

Thus may we study nature`s book
To make us wise indeed!
And pity those who only look
At what they cannot read.
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