O Lord, Our Lord

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!