1 'Twas from thy Hand, my GOD, I came,
A Work of such a curious Frame
In me thy fearful Wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy Skill divine.

2 Thine Eyes did all my Limbs survey,
Which yet in dark Confusion lay;
Thou saw'st the daily Growth they took,
Formed by the Model of thy Book.

3 By Thee my growing Parts were nam'd,
And what thy sov'reign Counsels fram'd,
The breathing Lungs, the beating Heart,
Was copy'd with unerring Art.

4 At last, to shew my Maker's Name,
GOD stamp'd his Image on my Frame,
And in some unknown Moment join'd
The finish'd Members to the Mind.

5 There the young Seeds of Thought began,
And all the Passions of the Man:
Great GOD, our infant Nature pays
Immortal Tribute to thy Praise.

Pause.

6 Lord, since in my advancing age
I've acted on Life's busy Stage,
Thy Thoughts of Love to me surmount
The Pow'r of Numbers to recount.

7 I could survey the Ocean o'er,
And count each Sand that makes the Shore,
Before my swiftest Thoughts could trace
The num'rous Wonders of thy grace.

8 These on my Heart are still imprest,
With these I give my Eyes to Rest;
And at my waking Hour I find
GOD and his Love possess my Mind.