Art is man's nature; nature is God's art.
Dear Lord, our God and Saviour! for Thy gifts The world were poor in thanks, though every soul Were to do nought but breathe them, every blade Of grass, and every atomie of earth To utter it like dew.
Let us think less of men and more of God.
O, there is naught on earth worth being known but God and our own souls!
Fulfill thy fate! Be-do-bear-and thank God.
Naught but God Can satisfy the soul.