1 O Thou, to whom all Creatures bow,
within this earthly Frame,
Thro' all the World how great art Thou!
how glorious is thy Name!
In Heav'n thy wond'rous Acts are sung,
nor fully reckon'd there;
2 And yet Thou mak'st the Infant-Tongue
thy boundless Praise declare.

Thro' thee the Weak confound the Strong,
and crush their haughty Foes;
And so thou quell'st the wicked Throng
that Thee and Thine oppose.
3 When Heav'n, thy beauteous Work on high,
employs my wond'ring Sight;
The Moon, that nightly rules the Sky,
with Stars of feebler Light;

4 What's Man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st
to keep him in thy Mind?
Or what his Offspring, that thou prov'st
To them so wond'rous kind?
5 Him next in Pow'r thou didst create
to thy celestial Train;
6 Ordain'd with Dignity and State,
o'er all thy Works to reign.

7 They jointly own his pow'rful Sway;
the Beasts that prey or graze;
8 The Bird that wings its airy Way;
the Fish that cuts the Seas.

9 O Thou to Whom all Creatures bow
within this earthly frame,
Thro' all the World how great art Thou!
how glorious is Thy Name!