Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains and they shall smoke.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy works; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your doings; I ponder the work of Your hands.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all thy doings; I muse on the work of thy hands.
I remember the days long past; I meditate on all your deeds; I contemplate your handiwork.
O Lord, incline your heavens and descend. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
