Almost unmade

A recent book review in the New Yorker made me appreciate the simple, spare language (& ancient antecedents) Gerard Manley Hopkins uses to capture what life's about.

From Gerard Manley Hopkins' Wreck of the Deutschland, c. 1875:
Thou mastering me
God! giver of breath and bread;
World’s strand, sway of the sea;
Lord of living and dead;
Thou hast bound bones and veins in me, fastened me flesh,
And after it almost unmade, what with dread,
Thy doing: and dost thou touch me afresh?
Over again I feel thy finger and find thee.

Snippet from Cædmon's Hymn, c. 660:
Now we must praise / heaven-kingdom's Guardian
the Measurer's might / and his mind-plans,
the work of the Glory-Father, / when he of wonders of every one,
eternal Lord, / the beginning established.