O Lord, our heav'nly King, Thy name is all divine, Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heav'ns they shine. When to Thy works on high, I raise my wond'ring eye, And see the moon complete in light, Adorn the ev'ning sky. When I survey the stars, And all Thy shining forms, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, Akin to dust and worms.