Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
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.
2. When to thy works on high
3. When I survey the stars,
4. Lord, what is worthless man,
5. Thine honors 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!
7. Out of the mouths of babes
8. O Lord, our heav'nly King,
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