EN 483 O Lord, Our Heav’nly King
Ps.8.1
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O Lord, our heav’nly King,
Thy Name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o’er the heav’ns they shine.
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When to Thy works on high
I raise my wond’ring eyes,
I see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies.
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When I survey the stars,
And all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms?
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Lord, what is worthless man,
That Thou shouldst love him so?
Next to Thine angels he is placed,
And lord of all below.
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Thine honors crown his head,
While beasts, like slaves, obey;
And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.
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How rich Thy bounties are!
And wondrous are Thy ways;
Of dust and worms Thy power can frame
A monument of praise.
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Out of the mouths of babes
And sucklings Thou canst draw
Surprising honors to Thy Name
And strike the world with awe.
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O Lord, our heav’nly King,
Thy Name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o’er the heav’ns they shine.

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