WHEN I in awe and wonder stand My being to survey, I marvel, Lord, and own Thy hand, That formed my human clay.
Thy hand my heart and soul possessed When unborn nature grew; Thy wisdom all my features traced, And all my members drew.
My life in awe and wonder stands The product of Thy skill; And hourly blessings from Thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal.
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.
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