Wonders

The Earth hangs upon nothing

So does the moon —

At least, upon nothing that eyes can behold

The Sun remains likewise

On its allotted locus

 

The stars, greater and less than our Sun

Keep their posts, for all practical purpose

Jupiter, Mars, and planets numerous as the ocean tide

In obedience to the hand that sets their bounds they stay

 

O mighty Hand

Keep me in Your grip

For, if you can keep the celestials in their place

You sure can keep this terrestrial

Safe and secure.