VIII.
1
Lord, our Lord, in all earth thy name
How excellent wee prove!
Thy glory heaven's most glorious frame
Who hast advanc'd above.
2
From babs' and sucklings' mouths thy might
Who foundst, thy foes to foyle,
To still the enemie; his spight,
In whom revenge doth boyle.
3
When as thy heavins (in beautie bright)
Before my eyes ar broght,
The moone, the twinckling starrs of night,
Works, by thy finger wroght;
4
O what is man, that him so much
Thow mindst, a thing so vaine?
Or what the sonne of man, that such
To visite thow shouldst daigne?
5
For lytle wnder Angells' state
Thow stablishd hast his seed;
With honour and with glorie great,
Thow hast adorn'd his head.
6
Him thow preferrd, as Lord found meet,
O're all thy works to raigne;
All, dooing homage at his feett,
Proclame him soveraigne.
7
Him flocks and heards, both wyld and tame,
Beasts of the feeld, obey;
Nor foule nor fish his chairge disclame,
Through clouds or seas wch stray.
Whatever sorts these paths frequent
Subdud thow hast the same.
Lord, our Lord, O how excellent
In all earth is thy name.
