Oh what mighty powers hath this blessed God of ours.
His voice alone could rule the night,
And divide the darkness from the light.
A word from Him is all it takes,
To form great mountains, hills and lakes.
He make the animals appear,
And plants to grow and flourish there.
This God with wisdom beyond reason,
Tilted the earth to form the season.
Then made He one to rule the land;
In His own image made He man.
Then having made all and all quite well,
In the garden of Eden He set him to dwell.
Nor from His labours would He rest
Till His wondrous creation He had blest.
* I was fourteen when I wrote this.
It's not exactly the same as the first copy for I lost it and rewrote it a considerable time after.