O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth,
How ex­cel­lent Thy name!
Thy glo­ry Thou hast spread afar
In all the star­ry frame.

From lips of child­ren, Thou, O Lord,
Hast migh­ty strength or­dained,
That ad­ver­sa­ries should be stilled
And venge­ful foes re­strained.

When I re­gard the won­drous hea­vens,
Thy han­di­work on high,
The moon and stars or­dained by Thee,
Oh, what is man! I cry.

Oh, what is man, in Thy re­gard
To hold so large a place!
And what the son of man, that Thou
Dost vi­sit him in grace!

For Thou hast made him lit­tle less
Than Thy blest an­gels be;
With hon­or Thou hast crowned his head
And glo­ri­ous dig­ni­ty.

On man Thy wis­dom hath be­stowed
A pow’r well nigh di­vine;
With hon­or Thou hast crowned his head
With glo­ry like to Thine.

Thou hast sub­ject­ed all to him,
And lord of all is he,
Of flocks and herds, and beasts and birds,
And all with­in the sea.

Thy migh­ty works and won­drous grace
Thy glo­ry, Lord, pro­claim.
O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth
How ex­cel­lent Thy name!