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.