P.VII | Church Hymn Book#P.VIII | P.IX.I |
1 O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name!
Let glories of thy heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold your works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
The shining stars that grace the sky,
Those moving worlds of light.
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love my nature so?
4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than the angels are,
To save a dying worm?
5 Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,
Behold obedient nature own,
His Godhead and his pow'r.
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 through the fleshy cloud;
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confess him God.
8 Let him with majesty be crown'd,
Who bow'd his head to death;
And his eternal honours found,
From all things that have breath.
9 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.
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First Line: | O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1816 |
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Topic: | Christ's Condescension and Glorification |