134. C. M. Tate & Brady. God's Condescension. 1 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name! 2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high, Employs my wondering sight, -- The moon, that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light, -- 3 Lord, what is man, that he is blessed With thy peculiar care! Why on his offspring is conferred Of love so large a share? 4 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!
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