1 O dread Jehovah! glorious is thy name;
According worlds it's excellence proclaim;
The glitt'ring regions of the spangled sky
Declare thy greatness and thy majefty.
2 How vast thy kindness to the sons of men,
E'en in our helpless infancy is seen;
If such o'er sucklings thy paternal care,
The wicked sure their blasphemies may spare.
3 But when thy wond'rous works above I spy,
The glorious canopy that hangs on high,
Rejoicing in his strength, the radiant sun,
With her attendant orbs, the glimm'ring moon;
4 Who can the depth of all thy goodness scan,
Thy free, thy vast benificence to man?
That we, mere things of earth, thy care can boast,
In joy, in rapt'rous wonder, I am lost.
5 With glory crown'd, ours is the second place
To the high order of th' angelic race;
6 Lord of this lower world, a wide domain,
O'er all the creatures of thy hand we reign;
7 The lowing herds, the bleating flocks obey,
And all the beasts that in the woodlands stray;
8 Ours are the wing'd inhabitants above;
The tribes are ours that in old ocean rove:
9 O dread Jehovah, glorious is thy name:
According worlds it's excellence proclaim.