1 Lord, our Lord, o'er earth's vast frame, How exalted is thy name! Who hast set thy glory bright Far above the heavens height.
2 From the mouth of children young, From the infant's lisping tongue, Matchless strength thou hast ordained, Thus, thy vengeful foes restrained.
3 When thy heavens I survey, Which thy fingers' work display, When the moon and stars I see Ordered all by thy decree:
4 What is man that in thy mind He a constant place should find? What the son of man that he Should be visited by thee?
5 Thou his station didst ordain Just below the angel train; Glory thou hast o'er him shed, And with honor crowned his head.
6 Thou hast given him command O'er the creatures of thy hand; And beneath his feet hast laid All the works which thou hast made;
7 Flocks and cattle, every tribe, Beasts that in the fields abide, Birds that through the heavens roam, Fish that make the sea their home;
8 Every living thing that strays Through the ocean's secret ways. Lord, our Lord, o'er earth's vast frame, How exalted is thy name!
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1 O Lord, our Lord, how excellent In all the earth thy name, Who hast thy glory set above The starry frame.
2 From infants' and from sucklings' mouths Is strength by thee ordained, That so th' avenger may be quelled, The foe restrained.
3 When I behold thy spacious heavens, The work of thy own hand, The moon and stars in order set By thy command:
4 O what is man that thou shouldst him In kind remembrance bear? Or what the son of man that thou For him shouldst care?
5 For thou a little lower hast Him than the angels made; With honor and with glory thou Hast crowned his head.
6 Lord of thy works thou hast him made; All under him must yield, All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts Which roam the field.
7 Fowls of the air, fish of the sea, All that pass through the same; O Lord, our Lord, in all tile earth, How great thy name.
1 How excellent in all the earth, O Lord, our Lord, thy name! Thou hast thy glory far advanced Above the starry frame.
2 From mouths of babes and sucklings thou O Lord, didst strength ordain, Because of foes, that so thou mightst Thy vengeful foes restrain.
3 When to the heavens I look up, Which thy own fingers framed, Unto the moon and to the stars, Which were by thee ordained;
4 Then say I, What is man, that he Remembered is by thee? Or what the son of man, that thou So kind to him shouldst be?
5 For thou a little lower hast Him than the angels made, A crown of matchless glory thou Hast placed upon his head.
6 Appointed lord of all thy works, Beneath him thou didst lay All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts That in the fields do stray.
7 The fowls of air, and fish of sea, All passing through the same. How excellent in all the earth, O Lord, our Lord, thy name!