Classic Poem

God, by his vast and boundless pow'r,
At pleasure can debase;
At pleasure the debas'd restore,
Exalt, and highly raise.

Where's his instructors to be found?
For who can teach like him?
Where's his superior more renown'd,
Since he's himself supreme?

He that to men does knowledge teach,
Shall he himself not know?
Of folly who can him impeach,
Or greater wisdom show?

His government what daring tongue
Of error can accuse?
The King of kings can do no wrong,
And who can say he does?