Lord, our Lord, in all the earth
How excellent Your name!
You above the heav'ns have set
The splendor of Your fame
From the mouths of infants young
You the power of praise compose
In the face of enemies
To stop avenging foes
When I view the skies above
Which Your own fingers made
When I see the moon and starts
Which You in order laid
What is man so frail and weak
That You should remember him?
What can be the son of man
That You should care for him?
Next to God You have made man
With light and honor crowned
You placed him above Your works
Beneath him all is found
Oxen, sheep, and all wild beasts
Birds, and fish the oceans claim
Lord, our Lord, in all the earth
How excellent Your name!