O Lord our Lord, how excellent
Is all your holy name:
In awe, I stand before your works
Considering the same.
The moon and stars ordained by you
Are wondrous past compare.
How can I, gazing on them all,
Not know the God who's there?
For all the things invisible
Of him I clearly see,
And understand, by what he's made,
His power over me.
For what is man, that you have put
All things beneath his feet?
Or even babes, that from their mouth
Your foes you will defeat?
Professing then themselves to be
As wise, they fools became,
While those on whom you set your love
Did simply trust your name.
A name at which all knees shall bow
And every tongue confess
That Jesus Christ shall ever be,
"The Lord our Righteousness."
My God, I so desire that day-
Come quickly, then, for me.
O Lord our Lord, how excellent
Your name will ever be.