Creation (William Billings)
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For works with similar titles, see Creation.
- When I with pleasing wonder stand
- And all my frame survey
- Lord, 'tis thy work, I own thy hand
- Thus built my humble clay
- Our life contains a thousand springs,
- And dies if one be gone.
- Strange that a harp of thousand strings
- Should keep in tune so long.