How Excellent In All The Earth Lord Our
How excellent in all the earth,
Lord, our Lord, is thy name!
who hast thy glory far advanced
above the starry frame.
When I look up unto the heavens,
which thine own fingers framed,
unto the moon, and to the stars,
which were by thee ordained;
Then say I, What is man, that he
remembered is by thee?
Or what the son of man, that thou
so kind to him should’st be?
For thou a little lower hast
him than the angels made;
With glory and with dignity
thou crowned hast his head.