How excellent in all the earth, Lord our Lord is Thy name!
Who hast Thy glory far advanced Above the starry frame.
From mouths of babes and infants, Lord, Strength by Thee is ordained,
So that Thy enemies be crushed; Thy vengeful foes restrained.
When I look up unto the heav'ns Which Thine own fingers framed,
Unto the moon and to the stars, Which were by Thee ordained;
Then say I, what is man that Thou Should be mindful of him?
Or what, the son of man, that Thou So kind to him should be!
For Thou hast made Him little less Than the angels above;
With glory and with dignity; With honor crown'd his head.
Appointed Lord of all Thy works, All things under His feet:
All sheep and oxen, yea, and beasts That in the field do stray.