God's Condescension

1 O Thou to Whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame;
Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy Name!

2 In heaven Thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon'd there;
And yet Thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.

3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;
The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

4 O what is man, that, Lord, Thou lov'st
To keep him in Thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that Thou prov'st
To them so wondrous kind?

5 O Thou to Whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy Name!

Source: Hymnal: according to the use of the Protestant Episcopal Church in the United States of America #517