How precious also are thy thoughts, O gracious God, to me! And in their sum how passing great and numberless they be!
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.
How great, Lord, are thy works! each thought of thine a deep it is:
How precious is thy grace! Therefore in shadow of thy wings men's sons their trust shall place.
How great's the goodness thou for them that fear thee keep'st in store, And wrought'st for them that trust in thee the sons of men before!
No sacrifice nor offering didst thou at all desire; Mine ears thou bor'd: sin-off 'ring thou and burnt didst not require: