1 How excellent, O Lord, our Lord,
In all the earth, Thy name!
The heavens above Thy praise record,
Thy glory they proclaim.

2 From mouths of babes and sucklings Thou
Ordainest praise to flow;
To make the fierce avenger bow,
To still the haughty foe.

3 When nightly I Thy heavens behold,
The work Thy fingers wrought,
The moon and stars, which all unfold
Thy power, surpassing thought,--

4 Lord, what is man, that he should be
The object of Thy care?
Or what the son of man, that he
Thy kind regard should share?

5 Scarcely beneath the angels made;
By Thee with glory crowned;
Thy rule to Him hast Thou conveyed
O'er all Thy works around.

6 How excellent, O Lord, our Lord
In all the earth, Thy name!
The heavens above Thy praise record,
Thy glory they proclaim.