1 How excellent in all the earth,Lord, our Lord, is thy name!Who hast thy glory far advanc'dabove the starry frame.
2 From infants' and from sucklings' mouththou didest strength ordain,For thy foes' cause, that so thou might'stth' avenging foe restrain.
3 When I look up unto the heav'ns,which thine own fingers fram'd,Unto the moon, and to the stars,which were by thee ordain'd;
4 Then say I, What is man, that heremember'd is by thee?Or what the son of man, that thouso kind to him should'st be?