Our Insufficiency to Praise God Suitably, for His Mercy

Should all the World so wide to atoms fall 1.
Should th’Aire be shred to motes, should we  
Se[e] all
the Earth hackt here so small  
That none Could smaller bee? 4.
Should Heaven, and Earth be Atomizd, we guess  
The Number
of these Motes were numberless.  

But should we
then a World each Atom deem, 1.
Where dwell as many pious men  
As all these Motes the world Could teem  
Were it shred
into them? 4.
Each Atom would the World surmount wee guess  
Whose men in number would be numberless.  

But had each pious man, as many Tongues  
At singing all
together then  
The Praise that to the Lord belongs  
As all these Atoms men? 4.
Each man would sing a World of
Praise, we guess,  
Whose Tongues in number would be numberless.
 

And had each Tongue, as many Songs of Praise
1.
To sing to the Almighty ALL  
As all these men have
Tongues to raise  
To him their Holy Call?  
Each
Tongue would tune a World of Praise, we guess 5.
Whose songs in
number would be numberless.  

Nay, had each song
as many Tunes most sweet1.
Or one intwisting in’t as many,  
As all these Tongues have songs most meet  
Unparallelld
by any? 4.
Each song a world of Musick makes we guess 
Whose Tunes in number would be numberless.  

Now should all these Conspire in us that we 1.
Could breath
such Praise to thee, Most High?  
Should we thy Sounding Organs be
 
To ring such Melody?  
Our Musick would the World of
Worlds out ring 5.
Yet be unfit within thine Eares to ting.  

Thou didst us mould, and us new mould when wee 1.
Were worse than mould we tread upon.  
Nay Nettles made
by Sin wee bee.  
Yet hadst Compassion. 4.
Thou hast
pluckt out our Stings; and by degrees  
Hast of us, lately Wasps,
made Lady-Bees.  

Though e’re our Tongues thy
Praises due can fan 1.
A Weevle with the World may fly,  
Yea fly away: and with a span  
We may out mete the Sky.
4.
Though what we can is but a Lisp, We pray  
Accept
thereof. We have no better pay.