Classic Poem

Lord ! how illustrious is Thy Name!
Whose pow'r both heav'n and earth proclaim!
Thy glory Thou hast set on high,
Above the marble-arched sky.
The wonders of Thy pow'r Thou hast
In mouths of babes and sucklings plac'd:
That so Thou might'st Thy foes confound,
And who in malice most abound,
When I pure heav'n, Thy fabric, see,
The moon and stars dispos'd by Thee,
O what is man, or his frail race,
That Thou shouldst such a shadow grace?
Next to Thy angels most renown'd,
With majesty and glory crown'd:
The king of all Thy creatures made,
That all beneath his feet hath laid:
All that on dales or mountains feed,
That shady woods or deserts breed,
What in the airy region glide,
Or through the rolling ocean slide.
Lord! how illustrious is Thy Name!
Whose pow'r both heav'n and earth proclaim.