O Lord, Our Heav’nly King (EN 483)

EN 483 O Lord, Our Heav’nly King

Ps.8.1

Versi Version 1

1

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.

2

When to Thy works on high

I raise my wond’ring eyes,

I see the moon, complete in light,

Adorn the darksome skies.

3

When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms,

Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,

Akin to dust and worms?

4

Lord, what is worthless man,

That Thou shouldst love him so?

Next to Thine angels he is placed,

And lord of all below.

5

Thine honors crown his head,

While beasts, like slaves, obey;

And birds that cut the air with wings,

And fish that cleave the sea.

6

How rich Thy bounties are!

And wondrous are Thy ways;

Of dust and worms Thy power can frame

A monument of praise.

7

Out of the mouths of babes

And sucklings Thou canst draw

Surprising honors to Thy Name

And strike the world with awe.

8

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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