I lie awake thinking of you,

meditating on you through the night.
I think of how much you have helped me;
I sing for joy in the shadow of your protecting wings.
I follow close behind you;
your strong right hands hold me securely.

But those plotting to destroy me will come to ruin,
They will go down into the depths of the earth.
They will die by the sword
and become the food of jackals.

But the king will rejoice in God.
All who trust in him will praise him,
while liars will be silenced.

- Psa 63:6-11

How much more to think of God...?
"Oh my soul, much much more..."