Lord, I look upon your works
Oh Lord, I look upon your works
Mighty and majestic
You give wind to wings and provision to beasts
You hold the earth in your heavens
Give light to the stars
And order to chaos.
I lift my head up to you, I praise your steadfastness
For you are my God, my redeemer
The one who bore me out of iniquity and
The one who gives me strength.
Why then, oh Lord, do you suffer such iniquity,
Mighty to correct me yet turn your eye from others in their wickedness?
They succor themselves with their pride;
They whitewash their unbelief with the word of their heart
Hardened, blackened, and unwilling to obey
Your precepts clear as the fresh fallen snow.
Your ways are righteous; your will clear in your word
You are my fortress, my witness, and my sustainer
I will wait, my God and my creator; I will wait on you, for in you my hope lives freely.
You are righteous in your ways, and I may not understand them
But they are nonetheless your ways.
So I will wait on you, for your will always be done.
I come to you daily, sinfully soiling that which you give me
I come to you, and I ask for forgiveness for my unbelief
And you, in your mercy, give me another day, without spot,
when I should rightly be condemned for my sin.
I know, my God, that I did nothing to deserve this;
Yet your steadfast love washes over me
Like water, cleansing me of my transgressions against you.
Heed wisdom, O peoples
Understand my words
My Lord, my God does not turn his eye
His reasons we are His own, his ways unfathomable
But the one who sees in secret is faithful.
Do not trust in your own thoughts,
That sin abounds because he is absent;
Remember that we see only through a mirror dimly
Rest in His steadfast love
And soon face to face.