All that I am I owe to Thee,
Thy wisdom, Lord, hath fashioned me;
I give my Maker thankful praise,
Whose wondrous works my soul amaze.
Ere into being I was bro't,
Thy eye did see, and in Thy tho't
My life in all its perfect plan
Was ordered ere my days began.
Thy tho'ts, O God, how manifold,
More precious unto me than gold!
I muse on their infinity,
Awaking I am still with Thee.
The wicked Thou wilt surely slay,
From me let sinners turn away;
They speak against the Name divine,
I count God's enemies as mine.
Search me, O God, my heart discern,
Try me, my inmost tho't to learn;
And lead me, if in sin I stray,
To choose the everlasting way.
- Psalter Number: 383