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,
A-kin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou shouldst love him so!
Next to thine angels is he 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 From mouths of feeble babes
And Sucklings, thou canst draw
Surprizing 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 is spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.]