From sun and moon Thou need'st no light.
My reins Thou ever hast possess'd,
For in Thy hand they ever rest,
From infancy Thou hast me led,
With daily blessings crown'd my head.
Thou hast, who'rt greatly to be fear'd,
My frame with cunning hand uprear'd;
Thy works, Thy wondrous pow'r forth tell,
And that my soul doth know right well.
My substance was not hid from Thee,