Three in person,
One in name and strength and will,
I can never praise your name enough.
You have made the worlds-stars unfurled.
You've designed the mighty mountains
And the surging seas
And the dainty flowers
And the fuzzy bees.
You have made mankind,
And you've made me,
And all the good I see or smell
Or taste or touch
It comes from you,
Belongs to you,
Returns to you.
Accept my feeble praise
For your magnificent ways.
When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,
the moon and the stars, which you have set in place,
what is man that you are mindful of him,
and the son of man that you care for him? (Psalm 8:3-4, ESV)