How wondrous are the works of Him
Who formed them with a word.
The oceans, rolling in their depths
Where voices are not heard.
Into the dark washed night,
Beyond the dawn of a new day,
Forever out of sight.
As great as are the works of man,
They’re paltry when compared
To Him who called us into life
And, from our sins, then spared.
Creation calls Him King
And it is to His name alone
That all praises should ring.
And seek His holy face.
Sing to the Lord in joyous praise
For His unending grace.
Oh give thanks to the Lord; call upon his name; make
known his deeds among the peoples! Sing to him, sing praises to him; tell of
all his wondrous works! Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who
seek the Lord rejoice!
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