Who by his wisdom made heav'ns high: for mercy hath he ever.
How manifold, Lord, are thy works! in wisdom wonderful Thou ev'ry one of them hast made; earth's of thy riches full:
The heavens by the word of God did their beginning take; And by the breathing of his mouth he all their hosts did make.
Then say I, What is man, that he remember'd is by thee? Or what the son of man, that thou so kind to him should'st be?
From Sion' hill the Lord thee bless, that heav'n and earth did frame.