Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

49 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

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,

'Til 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 awful glories 'round me shine,

My flesh proclaims Thy praise;

Lord, to Thy works of nature join

Thy miracles of grace.