Words: Isaac Watts
1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heav'nly state Let men and babes proclaim. 2 When I behold thy 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 visit him with grace, And love his 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 Yet while He lived on earth unknown, And men would not adore, The obedient seas and fishes own His Godhead and his power. 6 The waves lay spread beneath His feat; And fish, at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, Bring tribute to his hand. 7 Those lesser glories of the son Shone through the fleshly cloud; Now, we behold Him on His throne, And men confess Him God. 8 Let Him be crowned with majesty, Who bowed His head to death; And be His honors sounded high, By all things that have breath. 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name! The glories of thy heavenly state Let the whole earth proclaim.