Psalms 8:3-4

• [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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  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 8:4] Lord, What Was Man?

  Lord, what was man, when made at first, Adam the offspring of the dust, That Thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel’s place? That Thou shouldst raise his nature so, And make him lord of all below; Make every beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet? But O! what brighter glories wait To crown the Second Adam’s state! What honors shall Thy Son adorn, Who condescended to be born! See Him below His angels made; See Him in dust amongst the dead, To save a ruined world from sin; But He shall reign with power divine. The world to come, redeemed from all The mis’ries that attend the fall, New made and glorious, shall submit At our exalted Savior’s feet.

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  source: Cyberhymnal