O Lord how majestic Your name is in all of the Earth and I sing it wherever I go. Praise issues out from the children so small, that clamps up the tongues of every foe. The work of Your hands in the blackness of space is seen in the moon and the stars set above. Heavenly bodies that you put in place. What is a man, that you should so love? For You set us just a bit lower than Thee and crowned us as rulers with glory and honor over the birds and the beasts and the sea; to rule over Earth and all that's upon her. As governors over the great and the small we are but servants who bow down so low. O Lord, how majestic Your name is in all of the Earth and I sing it wherever I go.
