Psalms 139:14-15

• [Psa 139:14] All That I Am I Owe To Thee

  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, Thine 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 shalt surely slay, From me let sinners turn away; They speak against the Name divine, I count God’s enemies as mine. Search me, O God, my heart discern, Try me, my inmost thought to learn; And lead me, if in sin I stray, To choose the everlasting way.

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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 139:14] My God, How Wonderful You Are

  My God, how wonderful Thou art, Thy majesty, how bright; How beautiful Thy mercy seat In depths of burning light! How dread are Thy eternal years, O everlasting Lord, By prostrate spirits day and night Incessantly adored! How wonderful, how beautiful, The sight of Thee must be; Thy endless wisdom, boundless power, And glorious purity! O how I fear Thee, living God, With deep and tender fear; And worship Thee with trembling hope, And penitential tears! Yet, I may love Thee, too, O Lord, Almighty as Thou art; For Thou hast stooped to ask of me The love of my poor heart! No earthly father loves like Thee, No mother, e’er so mild, Bears and forbears as Thou hast done, With me, Thy sinful child. Only to sit and think of God, Oh, what a joy it is! To think the thought, to breathe the Name, Earth has no higher bliss. Father of Jesus, love’s Reward! What rapture it will be Prostrate before Thy throne to lie, And gaze, and gaze on Thee!

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 139:15] Song Of Life

  Not in darkness nor in mystery, No depth of heart or mind, Nowhere in heav’n or earth or hell Can I run and Thou not find; Transcendent thoughts too deep for me Surround on every side. Thy mighty wisdom, O my God, Moves ocean, wind and tide. With skillful and with hidden hand Thou workest in the womb, And there, in dark and tiny space, Makest unseen life to bloom. Fashioned fearfully and wonderf’ly, Thy knowledge to display, Thine image bearer grows in night Which is to Thee as day. How I love Thy wisdom and Thy thoughts Unnumbered as the sands. I joy that all my earthly trials Are written by Thy hands. And I trust that strong benevolence That never leaves my side— Thy holy, gracious presence is My treasure and my guide.

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  source: Cyberhymnal