When I with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my frame survey,
Lord, 'tis thy work I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.
Thy hand my heart and reins possessed
Where unborn nature grew;
Thy wisdom all my features traced,
And all my members drew.
Thine eye with nicest care surveyed
The growth of every part;
Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid
Was copied by thy art.
Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,
Show me thy wondrous skill
But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.
Thy aweful glories round me shine,
My flesh proclaims thy praise;
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.
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|Topic:||Evening: psalm; Evidences: of sincerity; Obedience: sincere(19 more...)|