Almighty Ruler of the skies,
Thro’ the wide earth Thy Name is spread;
And Thine eternal glories rise
O’er all the heav’ns Thy hands have made.

To Thee the voices of the young
A monument of honor raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of Thy praise.

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.

Children amidst Thy temple throng
To see their great Redeemer’s face;
The Son of David is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.

The frowning scribes and angry priests
In vain their impious cavils bring;
Revenge sits silent in their hearts;
While Jewish babes proclaim their King.

Lord, our Lord, Thy glorious Name
All Thy wondrous works proclaim;
In the heav’ns with radiant signs
Evermore Thy glory shines.
How great Thy Name!

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Lord, our Lord, in all the earth,
How great Thy Name!
Thine the Name of matchless worth,
Excellent in all the earth,
How great Thy Name!

Infant lips Thou dost ordain
Wrath and vengeance to restrain;
Weakest means fulfill Thy will,
Mighty enemies to still.
How great Thy Name!

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Moon and stars in shining height
Nightly tell their Maker’s might;
When Thy wondrous heavens I scan,
Then I know how weak is man.
How great Thy Name!

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What is man that he should be
Loved and visited by Thee,
Raised to an exalted height,
Crowned with honor in Thy sight!
How great Thy Name!

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With dominion crowned he stands
O’er the creatures of Thy hands;
All to him subjection yield
In the sea and air and field,
How great Thy Name!

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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 eyes,
I see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies.

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

Lord, what is worthless man,
That Thou shouldst love him so?
Next to Thine angels he is placed,
And lord of all below.

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

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

Out of the mouths of babes
And sucklings Thou canst draw
Surprising honors to Thy Name
And strike the world with awe.

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.

O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth,
How excellent Thy Name!
Thy glory Thou hast spread afar
In all the starry frame.

From lips of children, Thou, O Lord,
Hast mighty strength ordained,
That adversaries should be stilled
And vengeful foes restrained.

When I regard the wondrous heavens,
Thy handiwork on high,
The moon and stars ordained by Thee,
Oh, what is man! I cry.

Oh, what is man, in Thy regard
To hold so large a place!
And what the son of man, that Thou
Dost visit him in grace!

For Thou hast made him little less
Than Thy blest angels be;
With honor Thou hast crowned his head
And glorious dignity.

On man Thy wisdom hath bestowed
A pow’r well nigh divine;
With honor Thou hast crowned his head
With glory like to Thine.

Thou hast subjected all to him,
And lord of all is he,
Of flocks and herds, and beasts and birds,
And all within the sea.

Thy mighty works and wondrous grace
Thy glory, Lord, proclaim.
O Lord, our Lord, in all the earth
How excellent Thy Name!

Hosanna! be the children’s song,
To Christ, the children’s King;
His praise, to whom our souls belong,
Let all the children sing.

Hoasnna! sound from hill to hill,
And spread from plain to plain,
While louder, sweeter, clearer still,
Woods echo to the strain.

Hosanna! on the wings of light
O’er earth and ocean fly,
Till morn to eve, and noon to night,
And Heaven to earth, reply.

Hosanna! then, our song shall be;
Hosanna to our King!
This is the children’s jubilee;
Let all the children sing.

O Thou, to Whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Thro’ all the world, how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy Name!

When Heav’n, Thy beauteous work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;
The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;

Lord, what is man, that Thou shouldst deign
To bear him in Thy mind!
Or what his race, that Thou shouldst prove
To them so wondrous kind!

O Thou, to Whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Thro’ all the world, how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy Name!

Lord, what was man, when made at first,
Adam the offspring of the dust,
That Thou shouldst set him and his race
But just below an angel’s place?

That Thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?

But O! what brighter glories wait
To crown the Second Adam’s state!
What honors shall Thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!

See Him below His angels made;
See Him in dust amongst the dead,
To save a ruined world from sin;
But He shall reign with power divine.

The world to come, redeemed from all
The mis’ries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Savior’s feet.

Go forth to life, O child of earth!
Still mindful of thy heav’nly birth;
Thou art not here for ease, or sin,
But manhood’s noble crown to win.

Tho’ passion’s fires are in thy soul,
Thy spirit can their flames control;
Tho’ tempters strong beset thy way,
Thy spirit is more strong than they.

Go on from innocence of youth
To manly purity and truth;
God’s angels still are near to save,
And God Himself doth help the brave.

Then forth to life, O child of earth!
Be worthy of thy heav’nly birth!
For noble service thou art here;
Thy brothers help, thy God revere!