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PSALM VIII. PARAPHRASED.
When mid the shades of night I stray,
And heaven's resplendent arch survey,
And mark with rapture and surprise,
The varied glories of the skies;—
Ah! what is man, thou Great Supreme,
That thou shouldst stoop to visit him!
And heaven's resplendent arch survey,
And mark with rapture and surprise,
The varied glories of the skies;—
Ah! what is man, thou Great Supreme,
That thou shouldst stoop to visit him!
Glory around his path is shed,
Immortal honour crowns his head;
His maker's image born to bear,
An object of his special care,
With might and majesty array'd,
Scarce lower than the angels made.
Immortal honour crowns his head;
His maker's image born to bear,
An object of his special care,
With might and majesty array'd,
Scarce lower than the angels made.
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Dominion vast to him is given,
The fowl that sweeps the vault of heaven;
The fish that o'er the billows leap,
Their pathway in the mighty deep;
The beasts that in green pastures rove,
And warbling songsters of the grove.
The fowl that sweeps the vault of heaven;
The fish that o'er the billows leap,
Their pathway in the mighty deep;
The beasts that in green pastures rove,
And warbling songsters of the grove.
Whilst these, the creatures of thy hand,
Submit themselves to his command,
They through the earth's wide realms record
Thy power and skill, Creator Lord!
All that have breath, thy love proclaim,
And infants learn to lisp thy name!
Submit themselves to his command,
They through the earth's wide realms record
Thy power and skill, Creator Lord!
All that have breath, thy love proclaim,
And infants learn to lisp thy name!
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