Psalm 139 part 2

Isaac Watts

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The wisdom of God in the formation of man.

When I with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my frame survey,
Lord, 'tis thy work I own thy hand
Thus built my humble clay.

Thy hand my heart and reins possessed
Where unborn nature grew;
Thy wisdom all my features traced,
And all my members drew.

Thine eye with nicest care surveyed
The growth of every part;
Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid
Was copied by thy art.

Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,
Show me thy wondrous skill
But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still.

Thy aweful glories round me shine,
My flesh proclaims thy praise;
Lord, to thy works of nature join
Thy miracles of grace.

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