The songs of all our praise belong
to you, Almighty God;
I give my heart, I give my tongue,
to spread your name abroad.
How great the works your hands have wrought!
How glorious in our sight!
The wise in every age have sought
your wonders with delight.
How most exact is nature's frame!
how wise th' Eternal Mind!
Your counsels need not change the scheme
that your first thoughts designed.
All nature, time, and earth, and skies,
proclaim your heavenly skill;
we need your truth to make us wise,
obedient, to your will.
God, You redeem your chosen ones;
your covenant is strong.
The orders that your lips pronounce
will keep us free from wrong.
Your Son, the great Redeemer, came
with ways both just and pure;
and holy, reverent is his name;
he makes our path secure.
Source: In Melody and Songs: hymns from the Psalm versions of Isaac Watts #65