Job’s Confession

THOU canst accomplish all things, Lord of might;

And every thought is named to Thy sight,

But O, Thy ways are wonderful, and lie

Beyond the deepest reach of mortal eye.

Oft have I heard of Thine Almighty power,

But never saw Thee till this dreadful hour,

O’erwhelmed with shame, the Lord of life I see,

Abhor myself, and give my soul in Thee.

Nor shall my weakness tempt Thine anger more;

Man is not made to question, but adore.