Psalm 8

Isaac Watts

2 When I behold Thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light:

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That Thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?

4 That Thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than His angels are,
To save a dying worm

5 Let Him be crown'd with majesty
Who bow'd His head to death;
And be His honours sounded high
By all things that have breath.

6 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thy heav'nly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.

Isaac Watts, 1719