"The Heavens Declare The Glory Of GOD; The Skies Proclaim The Work Of HIS Hands"

I had fallen into the company of a raving 

madman or of some driveling idiot
(Thomas Guthrie, 1803-1873)

"The heavens declare the glory of GOD; 

the skies proclaim the work of HIS hands.

 Day after day they pour forth speech; 

night after night they display knowledge.

 There is no speech or language 

where their voice is not heard.

 Their voice goes out into all the earth, 

their words to the ends of the world." 

Psalm 19:1-4

The existence of GOD can be clearly 

seen in nature. I do not need to open 

the Bible to learn that. It is enough 

that I open my eyes, and turn them 

on that great book of nature, where 

it stands legibly written, distinctly 

revealed in every page.

GOD! That word may be read in 

the stars and on the face of the sun. 

It is . . .
  painted on every flower,
  traced on every leaf,
  engraved on every rock,
  whispered by the winds,
  sounded forth by the billows 

  of the ocean, and may be heard by 

the dullest ear in the long rolling thunder.

I believe in the existence of a GOD, 

but not in the existence of an atheist; 

or that any man is so, who can be 

considered to be in his sound and 

sober senses.

What would we think of one who 

attempted to account for any other 

works of beauty and evident design--

as the atheist professes to do 

for the works of GOD?

Here is a classic temple;
here stands a statue, designed with 

such taste and executed with such skill, 

that one almost expects the marble 

to leap from its pedestal;
here hangs a painting of some 

dead beloved one, so life-like 

as to move our tears;
here, in the Iliad, or Paradise Lost, 

is a noble poem, full of the grandest 

thoughts, and clothed in sublimest imagery;
here is a piece of most delicate, intricate, 

and ingenious mechanism.

Well, let a man seriously tell me 

that these were the work of chance.
Let him tell me, when I ask who 

made them, that nobody made them.

Let him tell me, that the arrangement 

of the letters in this poem, of the colors 

in that picture, and of the features 

in the statue--

was a matter of mere chance.

How I would stare in astonishment 

at him and conclude without 

a moment's hesitation, that 

I had fallen into the company 

of a raving madman or 

of some driveling idiot.

Turning away from such atheistic 

ravings about the infinitely more 

glorious works of GOD; with what 

delight does reason listen, and with 

what readiness does she assent, 

and with what distinct and hearty 

voice does she echo the closing 

words of the Seraphim's hymn, 

"Holy, holy, holy is the LORD 

Almighty; the whole earth is 

full of HIS glory." Isaiah 6:3

The stupendous fabric of creation, 

yon starry vault, this magnificent 

world, were the work of the hands 

by which, in love of you--

JESUS hung, a mangled form, 

on the cross of Calvary!

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Arthur Pink, "The Attributes of GOD

Chapter 5. The Supremacy of God