Psalm 8
Words: Isaac Watts
1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold thy works on high
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light.
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That thou should visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?
4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form;
Made lower than His angels are,
To save a dying worm?
5 Yet while He lived on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,
The obedient seas and fishes own
His Godhead and his power.
6 The waves lay spread beneath His feat;
And fish, at his command,
Bring their large shoals to Peter's net,
Bring tribute to his hand.
7 Those lesser glories of the son
Shone through the fleshly cloud;
Now, we behold Him on His throne,
And men confess Him God.
8 Let Him be crowned with majesty,
Who bowed His head to death;
And be His honors sounded high,
By all things that have breath.
9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heavenly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.
