Christian Worship God’s Condescension.
O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!
When heaven, thy glorious work on high,
Employs my wondering sight,-
The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light,-
Lord, what is man, that he is blessed
With thy peculiar care!
Why on his offspring is conferred
Of love so large a share?
O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!