1 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.
2 When to thy works on high I raise my wondering eyes, And see the moon complete in light Adorn the darksome skies:
3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms?
4 Lord, what is worthless man, That thou shouldst love him so? Next to thine angels he is plac'd, And lord of all below.
5 Thine honours crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea.
6 How rich thy bounties are! And wondrous are thy ways: Of dust and worms thy power can frame A monument of praise.
7 [Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name, And strike the world with awe.]
8 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine: Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.