1 O Lord, our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name?
The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold your works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
The shining stars that grace 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 the angels are,
To save a dying worm?

[5 Yet while he liv'd on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,
Behold obedient nature own,
His Godhead and his pow'r.

6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet,
And fish at his command,
Bring their large shoals to Peter's net,
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 These lesser glories of the Son,
Shone through the fleshy cloud;
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confess him God.]

8 Let him with majesty be crown'd,
Who bow'd his head to death;
And his eternal honors sound,
From all things that have breath.

9 Jesus, our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.