LORD, I am small, and yet so great, The whole world stands to my estate, And in Thine Image I create.
The sea is mine; and the broad sky Is mine in its immensity:
The river and the river's gold;The earth's hid treasures manifold;The love of creatures small and great, Save where I reap a precious hate;The noon-tide sun with hot caress, The night with quiet loneliness;The wind that bends the pliant trees, The whisper of the summer breeze;The kiss of snow and rain; the star That shines a greeting from afar;All, all are mine; and yet so small Am I, that lo, I needs must call, Great King, upon the Babe in Thee, And crave that Thou would'st give to me The grace of Thy humility.
