Lord, our Lord, in all the earth How excellent Your name! You above the heav'ns have set The splendor of Your fame From the mouths of infants young You the power of praise compose In the face of enemies To stop avenging foes When I view the skies above Which Your own fingers made When I see the moon and starts Which You in order laid What is man so frail and weak That You should remember him? What can be the son of man That You should care for him? Next to God You have made man With light and honor crowned You placed him above Your works Beneath him all is found Oxen, sheep, and all wild beasts Birds, and fish the oceans claim Lord, our Lord, in all the earth How excellent Your name!