When heaven, thy beauteous work on high

Verse 1

When Heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight; The moon, that nightly rules the sky, With Stars of feebler light;

Verse 2

What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind? Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st To them so wond'rous kind?

Verse 3

Him next inp thou did'st create To thy celestial train; Ordain'd with dignity and state, O'er all thy works to reign.

Verse 4

O thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!