All that I am I owe to Thee,
Thy wisdom Lord has fashioned me
I give my Maker thankful praise
Whose wondrous works my soul amaze
Ere into being I was brought
Thy 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
The wicked Thou wilt surely slay
From me let sinners turn away
They speak against Thy Name divine
I count God's enemies as mine
Search me O God my heart discern
Try me my inmost thoughts to learn
And lead me if in sin I stray
To choose the everlasting way
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