How Many Are Your Works, Lord

by Susan H. Peterson

You laid the earth's foundation; its lines to You are known.
You know what holds its footings; You laid its cornerstone.
You gave the sea its boundaries and said, "You proud waves, halt!"
How many are Your works, Lord!
In wisdom You made all.

You give command each morning; You show the dawn its place.
You journey to the sea springs; the gates of death You've faced.
You comprehend earth's vast expanse, Where light and darkness dwell.
How many are Your works, Lord!
In wisdom You excel.

Snow's storehouses You've entered; You know the lightning's home,
The place where east winds come from, the path for every storm.
You drench the desert wasteland and make it sprout with grass.
How many are Your works, Lord!
Your wisdom, O how vast!

You're Father to each raindrop; You give birth to the frost.
You lead the constellations; not one of them is lost.
You know the laws of sun and stars; o'er earth You set Your reign.
How many are Your works, Lord!
Your wisdom is made plain.

The clouds obey Your bidding; their water jars You spill.
You give man's heart its wisdom, his mind with knowledge fill.
You hunt prey for the lioness, provide the ravens' food.
How many are Your works, Lord,
So wise and great and good!