Psalm VIII. Common Metre. Divine Condescension

O THOU to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame; Through all the world, how great art thou! How glorious is thy Name!

When Heaven thy glorious work on high Employs my wond'ring sight; The moon that nightly rules the sky With stars of feebler light;

Lord, what is man! that thou should'st choose To keep him in thy mind! Or what his race, that thou should'st prove To them so wond'rous kind!

Him next in power thou did'st create To thy celestial train; Ordain'd with dignity and state O'er all thy works to reign.

They jointly own his powerful sway The beasts that prey or graze; The bird that wings its airy way, The fish that cuts the seas.

O thou to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame, Thro' all the world, how great art thou, How glorious is thy name!