2 When to thy works on high
I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon complete in light
Adorn the darksome skies: 

3 When I survey the stars, And all their shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou shouldst love him so? 
Next to thine angels he is plac’d,
And lord of all below.

5 Thine honours crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And birds that cut the air with wings, And fish that cleave the sea.

6 How rich thy bounties are! 
And wondrous are thy ways: 
Of dust and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

7 [Out of the mouths of babes
And sucklings thou canst draw
Surprising honours to thy name,
And strike the world with awe.]

8 O Lord, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine: 
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o’er the heavens they shine.

Psalm 8:2.  C. M.
Christ’s condescension and
glorification; or, God made man.

1 O Lord, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name! 
The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?

4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm!

5 [Yet while he liv’d on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,
Th’ obedient seas and fishes own
His Godhead and his power.

6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet;
And fish, at his command,
Bring their large shoals to Peter’s net,
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 These lesser glories of the Son
Shone thro’ the fleshly cloud;
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confess him God.]

8 Let him be crown’d with majesty,
Who bow’d his head to death;
And be his honours sounded high,
By all things that have breath.

9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name! 
The glories of thy heavenly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.

Psalm 8:3. 1 2. paraphrased. 
First Part.  L. M.
The Hosanna of the children;
or, Infants praising God.

1 Almighty Ruler of the skies, Thro’ the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise O’er all the heavens thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Thy power assists their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground,
To still the bold blasphemer’s rage,
And all their policies confound.