Can any tell, or else proclaim?
Or name the making of the earth?
Was any there when light first flamed?
When moon and world from water birthed?
This I declare, and thus make bare.
The Lord Jehovah made the world,
He cast the crystal starlight vale.
Foundations sprung up at His word,
He traced the rivers’ turning trail.
His thoughts ignite, He owns by right.
Then who can live within His hill?
But one who does as He commands.
The one who never thought amiss,
Or did no evil with his hands.
Are we condemned? We, born in sin?
I tell you then who Israel is,
The blessed and chosen of the Lord:
The man who God gives righteousness,
And blessed salvation from His store.
His face they seek: repentance meek.
So He who made the universe,
And owns, as the creator, all,
Creates a way to give us grace,
Salvation from an odious fall.
So do not spurn, what can’t be earned.