O Lord, our Lord, how won-drous great
Is Thine ex-al-ted Name!
The glo-ries of Thy heaven-ly state
Let men and babes pro-claim.
When I be-hold Thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well a-dorn the sky,
Those mov-ing worlds of light.
Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far be-low,
That Thou should'st vis-it him with grace,
And love his be-ing so?
That Thine e-ter-nal Son should bear
To take a mor-tal form,
Made low-er than His an-gels are,
To save a dy-ing worm!
Yet while He lived on earth un-known,
And men would not a-dore,
The obe-dient seas and fish-es own
His God-head and His power.
The waves lay spread be-neath His feet;
And fish, at His com-mand,
Bring their large schools to Pe-ter's net,
Bring tri-bute to His hand.
These les-ser glo-ries of the Son,
Shone through the flesh-ly cloud;
Now we be-hold Him on His throne,
And men con-fess Him God.
Let Him be crowned with maj-es-ty
Who bowed His head to death;
And be His hon-ours sound-ed high
By all things that have breath.
Je-sus, our Lord, how won-drous great
Is Thine ex-alt-ed Name?
The glo-ries of Thy heaven-ly state
Let all the earth pro-claim!
*Music: Composed 2000 by Mitch Cervinka. Donated to the Public Domain for the unrestricted use of Christ's church.