1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold thy works on high, The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky, Those moving worlds of light;
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, Who dwells so far below, That thou shouldst visit him with grace, And love his nature so?
4 That thine eternal Son should bear To take a mortal form, Made lower than his angels are, To save a dying worm!
5 [Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown, And men would not adore, Th' obedient seas and fishes own His Godhead and his power.
6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand.
7 These lesser glories of the Son Shone thro' the fleshly cloud; Now we behold him on his throne, And men confess him God.]
8 Let him be crown'd with majesty, Who bow'd his head to death; And be his honours sounded high, By all things that have breath.
9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let the whole earth proclaim.