How Many Are Your Works, Lord

You laid the earth’s foun­da­tion;

Its lines to You are known.

You know what holds its foot­ings;

You laid its cor­ner­stone.

You gave the sea its boun­da­ries and said

You proud waves

halt!

How ma­ny are Your works

Lord!

In wis­dom You made all.

You give com­mand each morn­ing;

You show the dawn its place.

You jour­ney to the sea springs;

The gates of death You’ve faced.

You com­pre­hend earth’s vast ex­panse

Where light and dark­ness dwell.

How ma­ny are Your works

Lord!

In wis­dom You ex­cel.

Snow’s store­hous­es You’ve en­tered;

You know the light­ning’s home

The place where east winds come from

The path for ev­ery storm.

You drench the de­sert waste­land

And make it sprout with grass.

How ma­ny are Your works

Lord!

Your wis­dom

O how vast!

You’re Fa­ther to each rain­drop;

You give birth to the frost.

You lead the con­stel­la­tions;

Not one of them is lost.

You know the laws of sun and stars;

O’er earth You set Your reign.

How ma­ny are Your works

Lord!

Your wis­dom is made plain.

The clouds ob­ey Your bid­ding;

Their wa­ter jars You spill.

You give man’s heart its wis­dom

His mind with know­ledge fill.

You hunt prey for the li­on­ess

Provide the ra­vens’ food.

How ma­ny are Your works

Lord

So wise and great and good!