How great, Lord, are thy works! each thought of thine a deep it is:
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 precious also are thy thoughts, O gracious God, to me! And in their sum how passing great and numberless they be!
The whole works of the Lord our God are great above all measure, Sought out they are of ev'ry one that doth therein take pleasure.
How manifold, Lord, are thy works! in wisdom wonderful Thou ev'ry one of them hast made; earth's of thy riches full:
Say unto God, How terrible in all thy works art thou! Through thy great pow'r thy foes to thee shall be constrain'd to bow.
Thy justice is like mountains great; thy judgments deep as floods: Lord, thou preservest man and beast.
They have search'd out iniquities, a perfect search they keep: Of each of them the inward thought, and very heart, is deep.