Priljubljene svetopisemske vrstice iz Psalms of David 8

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What’s man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov’st To keep him in thy mind? Or what his offspring, that thou prov’st To them so wondrous kind?

When heav’n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond’ring sight; The moon that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light

Him next in pow’r thou didst create To thy celestial train; Ordain’d with dignity and state O’er all thy works to reign.

O thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Thro’ all the world great art thou! How glorious is thy Name!

THOU, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Thro’ all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy Name! In heav’n thy wondrous acts are sung, Nor fully reckon’d, there