"O Lord, our Lord, how excellent is Thy name in all the earth!.... When I consider Thy heavens, the work of Thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which Thou hast ordained, what is man that Thou art mindful of him? And the son of man, that Thou visitest him?" (Psalm 8:1-4).
Oh Lord, when we're searching Your heavens above,
The work of Your fingers, the moon, and each star,
Surpassing these wonders, we ponder Your love,
Exploring the excellence of who You are.
We search the omniscience of Your wondrous mind;
We see Your omnipotence spread in plain view.
What infinite wisdom and power we find!
How boundless the love we've discovered in You!
What mercy descended to visit the lost?
We ask with the psalmist, O Lord, "What is man?"
You measured his ransom and You to paid the cost!
What kind of love could devise such a plan?
Lord, we have explored love of Your heart;
We've pondered Your wisdom and power as well.
Yet all we have searched, Lord, is just a small part
Of Your excellence which has saved us from hell.
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