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.