When I consider The works of Your hands What is man that You are mindful of him? Higher than cosmos In constant dance Your Name stands and none can comprehend it And who am I To look up at Your skies? Who am I To meet my Maker's eyes? O, what glory is this? O, what glory is this? That Glory would descend into our nature? O, what glory is this? O, what glory is this? That faith we offer up could bring You pleasure? O, what glory is this Gloriousness Gloriousness Why should You claim us As jewels in Your hands Formed by Love that we so quickly forfeit Ordaining answers From mouths of babes So all stand and praise Your Name in wonder Heaven and earth by Him were made All is by His scepter swayed What are we that He would show So much love to us, below?