Brorson's other hymns are too numerous to permit a more than cursory review. Beginning with the subject of creation, he wrote a number of excellent hymns on the work and providence of God. Best known among these is the hymn given below, which is said to have so pleased the king that he chose its author to become bishop. The hymn is thought to have been written while Brorson was still at Randrup. But whether this be so or not, it is evidently inspired by the natural scenery of that locality. Arise, all things that God hath made[5] And praise His name and glory; Great is the least His hand arrayed, And tells a wondrous story. Would all the kings of earth display Their utmost pomp and power, They could not make a leaflet stay And grow upon a flower. How could the wisdom I compass To show the grace and wonder Of but the smallest blade of grass On which the mind would ponder. What shall I say when I admire The verdant meadows blooming, And listen to the joyful choir Of birds above them zooming. What shall I say when I descry Deep in the restless ocean The myriad creatures passing by In swift and ceaseless motion. What shall I say when I behold The stars in countless numbers Display their light and charm untold While nature sweetly slumbers. What shall I say when I ascend To Him Who made creation, And see the angel host attend His throne with adoration. What shall I say--vain are my words And humble my opinion! Great is Thy wisdom, Lord of lords, Thy glory and dominion! Lift up your voice with one accord Now, every tribe and nation: Hallelujah, great is our Lord And wondrous His creation! The Pietist movement is known for its fervid glorification of the Savior, and particularly of His blood and wounds, a glorification which at times appears objectionable because of the too-familiar and realistic terms in which it is expressed. Brorson did not wholly escape the excesses of the movement in this respect, especially in his translations. In his original hymns the excesses are less apparent. However faithful he might be to the movement he possessed a wholesome restraint which, when he was not following others, caused him to moderate its most inappropriate extravagances. What can be more reverent than this beautiful tribute to the Savior: Jesus, name of wondrous grace, Fount of mercy and salvation, First fruit of the new creation, Weary sinners' resting place, Banner of the faith victorious, Anchor of our hope and love, Guide us in Thy footsteps glorious, Bear us to Thy home above. Or more expressive than this jubilant hymn of adoration: O Thou blest Immanuel! What exceeding joy from heaven Hast Thou caused in me to dwell By Thy life for sinners given. Thou hast broke the bands at last Which my yearning soul held fast.