How magnificent is Your name,
Yahweh, our Lord and King!
The heav’ns aren’t enough to contain
Your spreading majesty!
From the mouths of babies told
And infants singing, too
You have established Your stronghold
To silence Satan’s hue.
Galaxies are Your fingers’ work
Your delicate crafts made;
What is man, just the dust of earth,
To make You fix Your gaze?
You gave him such a glorious crown
To bear Your image forth;
You gave him lordship, sea to mount,
O’er all the things of earth.
Yet now we do not see it so,
But we see Jesus Christ
Who was for love of us made low
That with Him we should rise!