The heavens declare your glory
The skies proclaim your name
Creation tells a story
Which resounds day after day
It is heard by every person
And perceived in all of the earth
You have placed a tent for the sun
Like a bridegroom coming forth
And oh what does it mean
That the one who created everything loves me
Oh you deserve all the praise
You sought me out even when I ran away
So renew my mind and let my life
Be pleasing in your sight
Your word is perfect and true
It heals and restores my soul
Your statutes will guide me through
They are more precious than gold
The fear of you is pure
Forever will it endure
And oh what does it mean
That the one who created everything loves me
Oh you deserve all the praise
You sought me out even when I ran away
So renew my mind and let my life
Be pleasing in your sight