In the quietness of the night I hear your voice.
The stars begin to glitter, the moon begins to shine. Ah,
what brilliance your creation speaks, of the wonders of
You are God unlike no other, none other speaks as you.
The greatness of your magnificence is forever, without end.
Your love is everlasting, your grace is so profound. I can't
begin to comprehend the wonders of it all.
“When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers,
the moon and the stars, which thou has ordained; what is man,
that thou art mindful of him? And the son of man, that thou
visited him”? Psalm 8: 3, 4.
I see you in the morning as the sun begins to rise. I hear you
in the thunder as it rolls across the sky. How awesome is your
power, none other is like you.