Antiphon:
How great is your name,
O Lord our God,
through all the earth.

Your majesty is praised above the heavens;
On the lips of children and of babes
You have found praise to foil your enemy,
To silence the foe and the rebel.

When I see the heavens, the work of your hands,
The moon and the stars which you arranged,
What is man that you should keep him in mind,
Mortal man that you care for him?

Yet you have made him little less than a god;
With glory and honour you and crowned him,
Gave him power over the works of your hand,
Put all things under his feet.