Psalm 8

O Lord our Lord how excellent
In all the earth's thy Name?
Behold thou hast
They glory plac't
Above the heavens frame.
Weak babes and sucklings thou hast sent
To preach thy power and skill;
That thou might'st so
Th' avengefull foe
And adversary still.
When I behold attentively
The heavens thy fingers frame;
The Moon on high,
And starrie skie,
Which by thine ord'nance came:
What's man, or mans posteritie!
Think I, what wondrous love,
He should of thee
Remembred bee,
Or visited from above!
For thou hast made him little lower,
Then Angels in degree;
And didst him crown
With great renown,
And glorious dignitie.
Thou mad'st him have dominion ore
The works which thou hast wrought,
Beneath his feet
Subjection meet
Thou hast all creatures taught.
All oxen, sheep, and fowl with these,
And cattell him obey,
What e're the field
Or aire can yield,
And fishes of the Sea.
What ever's in the paths of Seas.
Or passeth through the same,
O Lord our Lord
All lands record
The splendor of thy Name.