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PSALM VIII.
Guardian and Governor divine!Who built thy glory's radiant shrine
Sublime above the solar blaze;
On earth how excellent thy name,
Ev'n infant tongues, the foe to shame,
Thou arm'st with power to hymn thy praise.
Dread Maker! when my eyes behold
Yon moon, yon planets girt in gold,
O what is man! entranc'd I cry,
O what his son! that he should rise
So near the inmates of the skies,
So near angelic dignity?
Thou bid'st creation own his sway,
The beasts, the birds his power obey,
To him the savage race be tame,
The sea her scaly troops resign—
Guardian and Governor divine,
On earth how excellent thy name!
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