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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 above
I raise my wond’ring eyes,
And see the moon, thy hands have form'd,
In all her splendour rise:
3 When I survey the stars,
That fill the vaulted sky:—
Lord, what is man, that he should stand,
In thy regard so high?
4 Or what the son of man,
That he should be thy care,
And in the bounties of thy grace
Possess so large a share.
5 Tho' offspring of the dust,
(How vast the debt we owe!)
Next to thine angels we are plac'd,
And lords of all below.
6 Appointed for our use,
The subject beasts obey,
And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.
7 How rich thy favours are!
How wondrous are thy ways!
Of dust and worms thy pow'r can frame,
A monument of praise.
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First Line: | O Lord, our heavenly King! |
Meter: | SM |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1814 |
Topic: | Praise and Thanksgiving |