P.I. O thou, to whom all creatures bow

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!

2 In heav'n thy wond'rous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon'd there;
And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

3 When heav'n, thy beaut'ous 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;
Ordain'd with dignity and state,
O'er all thy works to reign.

6 They jointly own his powerful sway;
The beasts that prey or graze;
The bird that wings its airy way;
The fish that cuts the seas.

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

Text Information
First Line: O thou, to whom all creatures bow
Meter: First Metre
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
Scripture:
Topic: Psalms of Praise and Adoration
Source: Tate and Brady's Vesion
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