PSALM 8.

O GOD our Lord, how wonderful
Are thy works ev'ry where!
Thy fame surmounts in dignity
The highest heav'ns that are.

E'en by the mouth of sucking babes
Thou wilt confound thy foes;
For in those babes thy might is seen,
Thy graces they disclose.

And when I see the heav'ns above, The works of thine own hands; The sun, the moon, and all the stars, In order as they stand;

Lord, what is man, that thou of him Tak'st such abundant care!

Or what the son of man, whom thou To visit dost not spare!

PSALM 8.

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 wond'ring sight;

The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

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?

O thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,

Thro' all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

PSALM 8.

O LORD, our heav'nly King,
Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns shine.

When to thy works on high

I raise my wond'ring eyes;
And see the sun's resplendent light,
And stars adorn the skies:

Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou should'st love him so, Next to thine angels to be plac'd, Made lord of all below?

How rich thy bounties are,

How wond'rous are thy ways; Out of the dust thy pow'r can frame

A monument of praise.

O Lord, our heav'nly King,

Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,

And o'er the heav'ns shine.

PSALM 9.

GOD is a constant sure defence
Against oppressing rage;
As troubles rise, his needful aids
In our behalf engage.

All those who have his goodness prov'd,
Will in his truth confide;

Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on his help relied.

Sing praises therefore to the Lord,

From Sion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess that he is God.

PSALM 9.

To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare ;
To all the list'ning world thy works,
Thy wond'rous works declare.

The thought of them shall to my soul

Exalted pleasures bring;

Whilst to thy name, O thou most High! Triumphant praise I sing.

GLO. PAT.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore;

Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.