Dr. Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#17

17. O Lord, our heav'nly King

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,
And 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,
A kin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou should'st love him so?
Next to thine angels is he plac'd,
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 wond'rous are thy ways!
Of dust and worms thy pow'r 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 heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns they shine.]

Text Information

• First Line: O Lord, our heav'nly King
• Meter: S. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1790
• Scripture:
  Psalm 8
• Notes: Now Public Domain.

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