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.