O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great <br />Is thine exalted name! <br />The glories of thy heav'nly state <br />Let men and babes proclaim. <br /> <br />When I behold thy works on high <br />The moon that rules the night, <br />And stars that well adorn the sky, <br />Those moving worlds of light. <br /> <br />Lord, what is man, or all his race, <br />Who dwells so far below, <br />That thou should visit him with grace, <br />And love his nature so? <br /> <br />That thine eternal Son should bear <br />To take a mortal form; <br />Made lower than His angels are, <br />To save a dying worm? <br /> <br />Yet while He lived on earth unknown, <br />And men would not adore, <br />The obedient seas and fishes own <br />His Godhead and his power. <br /> <br />The waves lay spread beneath His feat; <br />And fish, at his command, <br />Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, <br />Bring tribute to his hand. <br /> <br />Those lesser glories of the son <br />Shone through the fleshly cloud; <br />Now, we behold Him on His throne, <br />And men confess Him God. <br /> <br />Let Him be crowned with majesty, <br />Who bowed His head to death; <br />And be His honors sounded high, <br />By all things that have breath. <br /> <br />Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great <br />Is thine exalted name! <br />The glories of thy heavenly state <br />Let the whole earth proclaim.<br /><br />Isaac Watts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/psalm-viii-o-lord-our-lord/
