Psalm 111 (Version 1, Part 1)

Songs of immortal praise belong

To my almighty God;

He has my heart, and he my tongue

To spread his Name abroad.

How great the works his hand has wrought!

How glorious in our sight!

And men in every age have sought

His wonders with delight.

How most exact is nature's frame!

How wise th' Eternal mind!

His counsels never change the scheme

That his first thoughts design'd.

When he redeem'd his chosen Son,

He fix'd his covenant sure:

The orders that his lips pronounce

To endless years endure.

Nature and time, and earth and skies,

Thy heavenly skill proclaim:

What shall we do to make us wise,

But learn to read thy Name?

To fear thy power, to trust thy grace

Is our divinest skill;

And he's the wisest of our race,

That best obeys thy will.