PARAPHRASE OF PSALM VIII.
By E. S. W.
How high and excellent, O Lord our God,
Is thy great name in all the earth abroad,
Higher dost thou than all the nations rise,
Thy glory hast thou set above the skies,
From youth and babes, according to thy word,
Hosannas loud unto thy Son are heard:
This hast thou done so that thou mightest still
The enemy and the avenger’s will. When I behold the work thy fingers made,
The sky above, the moon and stars arrayed,
What is in man that thou dost him regard?
Or in his son that thou dost him reward?
Lower than angels thou didst him create,
Crowned him with glory in thy estimate.
Him didst thou make dominion to extend
O’er all the sea and earth from end to end.
All things to him a free subjection yield:
All beasts and cattle dwelling in the field,
The fowls above that do the air divide,
The fish and monsters in the briny tide.
Forever art thou O our Lord the same.
How excellent in all the earth, thy name.