What is man, that You should be mindful of all his ways
And who am I, that You should see to care for me all my days
When I consider your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars above
Could it be, this mystery, that I could receive Your love
What is man, that You should know the secret of life so frail
And who am I, that I could be the reason for Your travail
When I consider your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars above
Could it be, this mystery, that I could receive Your love
Could it be, this mystery, that I could receive Your love
