Psalms 8:1-3

• [Psa 8:1] Almighty Ruler Of The Skies

  Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro’ the wide earth Thy Name is spread; And Thine eternal glories rise O’er all the heav’ns Thy hands have made. To Thee the voices of the young A monument of honor raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of Thy praise. Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground, To still the bold blasphemer’s rage, And all their policies confound. Children amidst Thy temple throng To see their great Redeemer’s face; The Son of David is their song, And young hosannas fill the place. The frowning scribes and angry priests In vain their impious cavils bring; Revenge sits silent in their hearts; While Jewish babes proclaim their King.

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• [Psa 8:1] Lord, Our Lord, Thy Glorious Name

  Lord, our Lord, Thy glorious Name All Thy wondrous works proclaim; In the heav’ns with radiant signs Evermore Thy glory shines. How great Thy Name! Refrain Lord, our Lord, in all the earth, How great Thy Name! Thine the Name of matchless worth, Excellent in all the earth, How great Thy Name! Infant lips Thou dost ordain Wrath and vengeance to restrain; Weakest means fulfill Thy will, Mighty enemies to still. How great Thy Name! Refrain Moon and stars in shining height Nightly tell their Maker’s might; When Thy wondrous heavens I scan, Then I know how weak is man. How great Thy Name! Refrain What is man that he should be Loved and visited by Thee, Raised to an exalted height, Crowned with honor in Thy sight! How great Thy Name! Refrain With dominion crowned he stands O’er the creatures of Thy hands; All to him subjection yield In the sea and air and field, How great Thy Name! Refrain

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• [Psa 8:1] O Lord, Our Heav’nly King

  O Lord, our heav’nly King, Thy Name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o’er the heav’ns they shine. When to Thy works on high I raise my wond’ring eyes, I see the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darksome skies. When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms? Lord, what is worthless man, That Thou shouldst love him so? Next to Thine angels he is placed, And lord of all below. Thine honors crown his head, While beasts, like slaves, obey; And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea. How rich Thy bounties are! And wondrous are Thy ways; Of dust and worms Thy power can frame A monument of praise. Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings Thou canst draw Surprising honors to Thy Name And strike the world with awe. O Lord, our heav’nly King, Thy Name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o’er the heav’ns they shine.

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• [Psa 8:1] O Lord, Our Lord

  O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth, How excellent Thy Name! Thy glory Thou hast spread afar In all the starry frame. From lips of children, Thou, O Lord, Hast mighty strength ordained, That adversaries should be stilled And vengeful foes restrained. When I regard the wondrous heavens, Thy handiwork on high, The moon and stars ordained by Thee, Oh, what is man! I cry. Oh, what is man, in Thy regard To hold so large a place! And what the son of man, that Thou Dost visit him in grace! For Thou hast made him little less Than Thy blest angels be; With honor Thou hast crowned his head And glorious dignity. On man Thy wisdom hath bestowed A pow’r well nigh divine; With honor Thou hast crowned his head With glory like to Thine. Thou hast subjected all to him, And lord of all is he, Of flocks and herds, and beasts and birds, And all within the sea. Thy mighty works and wondrous grace Thy glory, Lord, proclaim. O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth How excellent Thy Name!

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• [Psa 8:2] Hosanna! Be The Children’s Song

  Hosanna! be the children’s song, To Christ, the children’s King; His praise, to whom our souls belong, Let all the children sing. Hoasnna! sound from hill to hill, And spread from plain to plain, While louder, sweeter, clearer still, Woods echo to the strain. Hosanna! on the wings of light O’er earth and ocean fly, Till morn to eve, and noon to night, And Heaven to earth, reply. Hosanna! then, our song shall be; Hosanna to our King! This is the children’s jubilee; Let all the children sing.

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• [Psa 8:3] O Thou, To Whom All Creatures Bow

  O Thou, to Whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Thro’ all the world, how great art Thou! How glorious is Thy Name! When Heav’n, Thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wondering sight; The moon that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light; Lord, what is man, that Thou shouldst deign To bear him in Thy mind! Or what his race, that Thou shouldst prove To them so wondrous kind! O Thou, to Whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Thro’ all the world, how great art Thou! How glorious is Thy Name!

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