I. Psalm viii
“But we see Jesus, who was made a little lower than the angels, for the
suffering of death, crowned with glory and honour.”—Heb. ii. 9.
How excellent through all the earth Thy name,
O Lord! Above the heavens Thy glories rise:
Yet, to confound and shame Thine enemies,
Thou makest infant tongues Thy praise proclaim.
When I survey the heavens, this goodly frame,
With moon and stars gemming the evening skies,
Lord! what is man, that thou shouldst heed his cries,
Or stoop to this low world of sin and shame?
Than angels only lower made, o'er all
That roam the earth, or creep, or on fleet pinion
Soar, or that cleave the seas, he had dominion;
Lord of this beauteous world, till sin had birth.
The Second Adam shall repair that fall.
How excellent, O Lord, Thy name through all the earth!
