« Prev Psalm 8 Next »

PSALM 8

13

S. M.

God's sovereignty and goodness.

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.

When to thy works on high

I raise my wondering eyes,

And see the moon, complete in light,

Adorn the darksome skies

When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms,

Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,

Akin to dust and worms?

Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou shouldst love him so?

Next to thine angels is he placed,

And lord of all below.

Thine honors crown his head,

While beasts, like slaves, obey;

And birds that cut the air with wings,

And fish that cleave the sea.

How rich thy bounties are!

And wondrous are thy ways

Of dust and worms thy power can frame

A monument of praise.

[Out of the mouths of babes

And sucklings thou canst draw

Surprising honors to thy name,

And strike the world with awe.

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.]

« Prev Psalm 8 Next »
Please login or register to save highlights and make annotations
Corrections disabled for this book
Proofing disabled for this book
Printer-friendly version





Advertisements



| Define | Popups: Login | Register | Prev Next | Help |