1 How noble is thy mighty name, O Lord o're all the worlds wide frame, Whose glory is aduanc't on hye Aboue the rouling heauens rack! 2 How for the gracelesse scorners sake, To still th'auenging enemy, Hast thou by tender infants tongue, The praise of thy great name made strong, While they hang sucking on the brest! 3 But when I see thine heauens bright The Moon & glittering stars of night, By thine almighty hand addrest; 4 Oh! what is man, poore silly man, That thou so mind'st him, & dost daine To look at his vnworthy seed! 5 Thou hast him set not much beneath Thine Angels bright; & with a wreath Of glory hast adorn'd his head. 6 Thou hast him made hy souerayne 7 Of al thy works; & stretcht his raigne Vnto the heards, and beasts vntame, 8 To foules, and to the scaly traine, That glideth through the watery main, 9 How noble each-where is thy name! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A SCREEN-MAKER by MARIANNE MOORE NO EXEMPTION FOR TOURISTS by KAREN SWENSON THE SOLDIER'S DREAM by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG by JOHN DRYDEN L.E.L. by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |