O Lord our Lord,
How majestic Your name,
You set Your glory on high,
From children and babes,
You've ordered praise.
To silence Your enemies
Our voices raise.
O Lord our Lord,
How majestic Your name,
You set Your glory on high,
You set Your glory on high.
When I think of
The work of Your hands,
The heavens which You
Set in place,
Lord, what is man
That You think of him,
Lower than angels,
Yet crowned with Your grace.
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You set him o'er,
The works of Your hands,
Put everything under his feet
The flocks and the herds,
The beasts of the field,
The birds of the air
And the fish of the sea.
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