O Lord, our Lord, to whom we belong,
How majestic is your name.
O Lord, our Lord, your creation longs
To give you praise and acclaim.
Lord, your glory is clearly revealed
In the heavens above.
We, who by your grace are sealed,
Enjoy your peace and love.
Even the praise of child or babe
Produces glorious might.
Even their simplest praises made
Enhance the spiritual fight.
When I consider the heavens above,
The stars and moons that blink;
When I perceive your labor of love,
This is what I think:
“What is man that you care so much?
Why would you love him so?
You made him ruler o’er all he can touch
And gave him total control.
The flocks and herds you’ve given to him,
The birds of the air and the fish that swim.
All the plants that grow in the field
To man is submitted; to man they yield.
Lower than your angels who serve
But greater than all that remains;
With wisdom and power undeserved,
He rules o’er the earthly domain.
There is nothing more to say,
Nor greater thoughts to proclaim.
It is our joy to shout each day,
‘How Majestic is Your Name!’”
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