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!
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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 |