Psalm 8

HOw famous, Lord, our God, appears
Throughout, the world, thy glorious Name?
Above the height of all the Sphears,
Thou spreadst the splendor of thy fame.
The mouths of babes, thy powr to show;
And sucklings tongues, thou didst ordaine:
To stopp the mouth of ev'ry foe;
And, their avengings to restraine.

When on the heav'ns I sixe mine eye,
And moone & starrs (thy creatures) heed;
Why careth God for man (think I)
Or why regardeth he his seed!
He was below thine Angells plac'd,
And, higher, now advanc'd is he:
To rule thy works, him raisd thou hast,
And, at his feet, all creatures be.

O're heards & flocks, in stall & solde,
O're cattell which at randome goe,
The sov'raigne place he now doth holde
And, over foules & fishes, to.
Yea, rule throughout the sea, he bears,
And over all within the same:
How famous, Lord our God, appears
Throughout the world, thy glorious Name!