O Lord, our heav’nly King,
Thy name is all divine,
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o’er the heav’ns they shine.
When to Thy works on high,
I raise my wond’ring eye,
And see the moon complete in light,
Adorn the ev’ning sky.
When I survey the stars,
And all Thy shining forms,
Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms.