Shall this vile heart of flesh and blood

1Shall this vile heart of flesh and blood
Contend with their Creator, God?
Shall mortal worms presume to be
More holy, wise, or just, than he?

2From night to day, from day to night,
We stain thy thousands in thy sight;
Buried in dust while nations lie,
Like a forgotten vanity.

3Almighty Power, to thee we bow;
How frail are we! how glorious thou!
No more the sons of earth shall dare
With an eternal God compare.