My Soul Before Thy Maker Bow

My soul, before thy Maker bow;
His wondrous works admire,
Till rev’rence and religious awe
Thine inmost thoughts inspire.

With humble trust dismiss thy cares,
And on his love depend;
Leave him to manage thine affairs,
To him thyself commend.

Let high esteem affection raise;
Devotion warm thy breast;
Let thankful love excite thy praise;
In him alone be blest.

To him thy solemn homage pay;
His constant aid implore;
Give thanks for mercies ev’ry day,
And thus prepare for more.