When heaven, thy beauteous work on high

1 When Heav'n, thy beauteous Work on high,
Employs my wond'ring Sight,
The Moon, that nightly rules the s=Sky,
With Stars of feebler Light:

2 What's man (says 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?

3 Him next in Pow'r thou did'st create
To thy celestial Train;
Ordain'd with Dignity and State,
O'er all thy Works to reign.

4 They jointly own his pow'rful Sway;
The Beasts, that prey or graze;
The Bird, that wings its airy Way;
The Fish, that cuts the Seas.

5 O Thou! to whom all Creatures bow
Within this earthly Frame,
Thro' all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is thy Name!

Source: Psalms and Hymns, selected for the use of the Parish-Church of Boston #11