|139 (4)||Psalm 139 Version 4|
(from v 14)
|WHEN I in awe and wonder stand
My being to survey,
I marvel, Lord, and own Thy hand,
That formed my human clay.
|2||Thy hand my heart and soul possessed
When unborn nature grew;
Thy wisdom all my features traced,
And all my members drew.
|3||My life in awe and wonder stands
The product of Thy skill;
And hourly blessings from Thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
|4||Lord, when I count Thy mercies o’er,
I’m humbled in surprise;
Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.
|5||These, on my heart, by night I keep,
How kind, how dear to me!
O may the hour of my last sleep
Find all my thoughts with Thee.
|Isaac Watts, 1674-1748|