O Lord, Our Lord, How Wondrous Great

O Lord

our Lord

how won­drous great

Is Thine ex­alt­ed name!

The glo­ries of Thy heav’n­ly state

Let men and babes pro­claim.

When I be­hold Thy works on high

The moon that rules the night

And stars that well ad­orn the sky

Those mov­ing worlds of light.

Lord

what is man

or all his race

Who dwells so far be­low

That Thou shouldst vis­it him with grace

And love his na­ture so?

That Thine eter­nal Son should bear

To take a mor­tal form;

Made low­er than His an­gels are

To save a dy­ing worm?

Yet while He lived on earth un­known

And men would not ad­ore

Th’obedient seas and fish­es own

His God­head and His pow­er.

The waves lay spread be­neath His feet;

And fish

at His com­mand

Bring their large shoals to Pe­ter’s net

Bring trib­ute to His hand.

These less­er glo­ries of the Son

Shone through the flesh­ly cloud;

Now

we be­hold him on His throne

And men con­fess Him God.

Let Him be crowned with ma­jes­ty

Who bowed His head to death;

And be His hon­ors sound­ed high

By all things that have breath.

Jesus

our Lord

how won­drous great

Is Thine ex­alt­ed name!

The glo­ries of Thy heav’n­ly state

Let the whole earth pro­claim.