How manifold, Lord, are thy works! in wisdom wonderful Thou ev'ry one of them hast made; earth's of thy riches full:
O Lord my God, full many are the wonders thou hast done; Thy gracious thoughts to us-ward far above all thoughts are gone: In order none can reckon them to thee: if them declare, And speak of them I would, they more than can be number'd are.
O that men to the Lord would give praise for his goodness then, And for his works of wonder done unto the sons of men!
The earth belongs unto the Lord, and all that it contains; The world that is inhabited, and all that there remains.
Who by his wisdom made heav'ns high: for mercy hath he ever.
When I look up unto the heav'ns, which thine own fingers fram'd, Unto the moon, and to the stars, which were by thee ordain'd;
So thou the year most lib'rally dost with thy goodness crown; And all thy paths abundantly on us drop fatness down.
A brutish man it knoweth not; fools understand not this.
Within the deep these men God's works and his great wonders see.
Praise ye JEHOVAH from the earth, dragons, and ev'ry deep: