1 O Thou to Whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame;
Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy Name!
2 In heaven Thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon'd there;
And yet Thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.
3 When heaven, thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;
The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;
4 O what is man, that, Lord, Thou lov'st
To keep him in Thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that Thou prov'st
To them so wondrous kind?
5 O Thou to Whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy Name!
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First Line: | O thou to whom all creatures bow |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | Miscellaneous |