My Heart's Thanksgiving

As I sing my heart’s thanksgiving
and my eyes look heaven ward,
How the stars you flung like jewels bid your welcome shine your light
Ias I marvel at your moonrise
I’m in awe yeat I ask
«What am I that you should love me
and holed me as your dearest love of all
You crown me with honor and glory
and you set all things under my feet
You have made me little less than angels even if I fly often away
In my anxious and browbeaten moments you comfort me
fill me with peace
you’re my strength you’re my light and my shield
How exalted your name is
O Yahweh and how lofty the work of your hands
Yet how closely how dearly you draw me to your lvoe your divine majesty