Systematic Theology (Volume 2 of 3)Strong, Augustus Hopkins
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Systematic Theology (Volume 2 of 3)
Strong, Augustus Hopkins
Baptists -- Doctrines; Theology, Doctrinal
A modern prophet of unbelief in God’s providence is William
Watson. In his poem entitled The Unknown God, we read: “When
overarched by gorgeous night, I wave my trivial self away; When
all I was to all men’s sight Shares the erasure of the day: Then
do I cast my cumbering load, Then do I gain a sense of God.” Then
he likens the God of the Old Testament to Odin and Zeus, and
continues: “O streaming worlds, O crowded sky, O life, and mine
own soul’s abyss, Myself am scarce so small that I Should bow to
Deity like this! This my Begetter? This was what Man in his
violent youth begot. The God I know of I shall ne’er Know, though
he dwells exceeding nigh. Raise thou the stone and find me there.
Cleave thou the wood and there am I. Yea, in my flesh his Spirit
doth flow, Too near, too far, for me to know. Whate’er my deeds, I
am not sure That I can pleasure him or vex: I, that must use a
speech so poor It narrows the Supreme with sex. Notes he the good
or ill in man? To hope he cares is all I can. I hope with fear.
For did I trust This vision granted me at birth, The sire of
heaven would seem less just Than many a faulty son of earth. And
so he seems indeed! But then, I trust it not, this bounded ken.
And dreaming much, I never dare To dream that in my prisoned soul
The flutter of a trembling prayer Can move the Mind that is the
Whole. Though kneeling nations watch and yearn, Does the primeval
Purpose turn? Best by remembering God, say some. We keep our high
imperial lot. Fortune, I fear, hath oftenest come When we
forgot—when we forgot! A lovelier faith their happier crown, But
history laughs and weeps it down: Know they not well how seven
times seven, Wronging our mighty arms with rust, We dared not do
the work of heaven, Lest heaven should hurl us in the dust? The
work of heaven! ’Tis waiting still The sanction of the heavenly
will. Unmeet to be profaned by praise Is he whose coils the world
enfold; The God on whom I ever gaze, The God I never once behold:
Above the cloud, above the clod, The unknown God, the unknown
God.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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