ALL that I am I owe to Thee, Thy wisdom, Lord, has fashioned me; I give my Maker humblest praise, Whose wondrous works my soul amaze.
Ere into being I was brought, Thine eye did see, and in Thy thought My life in all its perfect plan Was ordered, ere my days began.
Thy thoughts, O God, how manifold, More precious unto me than gold! I muse on their infinity; Awaking, I am still with Thee.
Search me, O God, my heart discern, Try me, my inmost thought to learn; And lead me, if in sin I stray, To choose the everlasting way.
The Psalter, 1912