1 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;

2 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?

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

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