Words: Brady and Tate, A New Version of the Psalms of David
1 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy Name. In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung, nor fully reckon'd there; 2 And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue thy boundless praise declare. Through thee the weak confound the strong, and crush their haughty foes; And so thou quell'st the wicked throng that thee and thine oppose. 3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, employs my wond'ring sight; The moon that nightly rules the sky, with stars of feebler light. 4 What's man, (say I) that, Lord, thou lov'st to keep him in thy mind? Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st to them so wondrous kind? 5 Him next in pow'r thou didst create to thy celestial train; 6 Ordain'd with dignity and state o'er all thy works to reign. 7 They jointly own his pow'rful sway; the beasts that prey or graze 8 The bird that wings its airy way; the fish that cuts the seas. 9 O thou, to whom all creatures bow within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy Name.