“What is man, that Thou art mindful of him?”
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O LORD, when I Thy heavens survey,
Thy sun, the glorious lord of day,
Thy moon in silv'ry splendor bright,
Thy stars, that sing Thy praise at night:
“What’s man," I ask, " that man should be
An object of regard to Thee?”
Created by Thy skill divine,
Man once did in Thy likeness shine;
But soon, alas seduced by pride,
Thy scepter and Thy love defied:
Now sensual, base, sin's willing slave,
His path’s a blot,-his end the grave.
Upward I look, beyond the sun,
Beyond the star-bespangled zone,
Beyond creation's utmost bound
Of height, and depth, and breadth profound;
And see, their glories all above,
“THE SON OF MAN” -the Lord I love.
The heavens with all their hosts proclaim
Their great Creator’s glorious name;
His wisdom, goodness power divine,
They celebrate where’er they shine;
But God Himself,oh, wondrous plan!-
Thine image is “The Son of Man:”
The riches of Thy truth and grace
All shine revealed in Jesus’ face;
Thy heart unveiled to man appears
In Jesus’ words, and looks, and tears;
But oh, all finite ken above,
His cross reveals Thee, -GOD OF LOVE!
The Son of Man, the Son of God,
The woman’s seed, and David’s rod;
Th’ incarnate Word, the Life, the Light,
Son of Thine infinite delight;_
Eclipsed is all creation’s blaze,
When on His glorious face I gaze.
Lord, what is man?‘Tis He who died,
And all Thy nature glorified;
Thy righteousness and grace displayed
When He for sin atonement made,
Obedient unto death, was slain:-
Worthy is He o’er all to reign.