O Lord, how great are Your works!
Your thoughts are very deep.
O Lord, how great are Your works!
Your thoughts are very deep.
For those to whom my name is known,
I’ll honour them in heaven;
there my salvation shall be shown,
and endless life be given.
If vapors with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death:
Still they are safe; the poison’d air
Again grows pure, if God be there
Because you have made the Lord, who is my refuge,
Even the Most High, your dwelling place,
No evil shall befall you,
Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man;
And kindly lengthen out our span,
Till a wise care of piety
Fit us to die, and dwell with thee.
Our God, our help in ages past,
our hope for years to come
And let the beauty of the Lord our God be upon us,
And establish the work of our hands for us;
Yes, establish the work of our hands
My song forever shall record
The tender mercies of the Lord;
Your faithfulness will I proclaim,
And ev’ry age shall know your name
And yet—blessed be the Lord forever! Amen and amen!
Lord, I have called daily upon You;
I have stretched out my hands to You.
God in his earthly temple lays
Foundations for his heav’nly praise
Glorious things are spoken of you,
O city of God!