A Psalm

by Steve Argyle

Wondrous are the works of thy hand, O Lord, and mightily hast thou wrought with thine arm.

The glory of the mountains speaks of thee, and the desert blossom bears the touch of thy hand.

Thou walked with me beside the stream, and in the stillness of the moon didst thou speak peace unto my soul.

I cast myself trustingly upon thy mercy and surely thou didst feed my children.

Thou didst hear my voice in the high place. Yea, in the tops of the mountains didst thou hearken to my cry.

Thy blessing hath been my bread and my shelter. Surely I will trust in thy strength all my days.

In the murmur of the trees do I hear thy voice. Thou stoodst with me at the fountain that burst from the rock.

In the flight of the birds do I see thee, O Lord, and in the bow in the clouds, and in the setting of the sun.

Marvelous are the works of thy hand, O Lord. Thou art my God forever.