We look upon the starry night,
The daily miracle of morn,
The mountains in their massive might,
The circle of the sea forlorn:
Dismayed, we murmur as we gaze,
" How small is Man! " and awe and praise
Are mingled in our humble thought —
" What hath God Wrought! "

But, pondering what Man has done
As pupil of the plan divine,
Each obstacle a stepping-stone,
Each bar upon the road a sign,
We feel Life's ever-widening scope,
And cry, with awe and joy and hope,
In search of the Creator's thought,
" What hath God Wrought! "