If God were less, oh, vastly less, I still would praise His name, So little of Him, I confess, Have I yet learned to claim. If God were more, oh, vastly more, So bold am I through grace I still would venture to adore, And press to see His face. But, whatsoe'er is dreamed or taught, I surely know that He Is far too little in my thought, Too great for scorn of me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM HUMAN FLIES by KATHARINE ADAMS SOME ACCOUNT OF A NEW PLAY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM A SETTLER'S GRAVE by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE THE FOREST BRAKE by ELIZA COOK |