O Lord, Our Heavenly King

O Lord

our heav­en­ly 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 won­der­ing 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.