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