PVIII. To the chief Musician upon Gittith. A Psalm of David

1 O Lord our Lord, in all the earth,
How doth thy name excel?
Who hast above the heavens set
Thy Majesty to dwell!
2 Out of the mouth of sucking babes
Thou fittest strength also,
That thou might'st still thine enemies
And self-revenging foe.

3 When as thy heavens I behold,
Thy fingers work which are:
The moon together with the stars,
The which thou didst prepare:
4 O what is wretched man that thus
In mind thou should'st him have?
And what the son of man whom thou
To visit dost vouchsafe?

5 For than the angels thou hast him,
A little made more low;
With glory thou hast crowned him,
With majesty also.
6 About thy handy-works thou hast
Giv'n him dominion;
All things thou hast under his feet
Put in subjection.

7 The sheep and oxen all of them
Also the field-beast; yea
8 The fowls that in the air do fly,
And fishes of the sea;
Of those that pass thro' paths of seas,
What thing soever else.
9 The Lord, our Lord, in all the earth,
O how thy name excells!

Text Information
First Line: O Lord our Lord, in all the earth
Title: To the chief Musician upon Gittith. A Psalm of David
Publication Date: 1742
Scripture: Psalm 8
Language: English
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