In all the earth, O Lord, thy name how great,
How glorious in the heavens doth it shine!
Sun, moon, and stars, which thou hast made, are thine,
And o'er all worlds, in majesty elate,
Thou reignest king. Then what is man's estate,
How low,—in which through pride he doth repine?
Yet thou didst give him rank almost divine,
When him with pow'r to rule thou didst create—
(Only a step beneath the angels high—)
O'er oxen, sheep, and beasts wild roving wide,