When I gaze into the night skies and see the work of Your fingers;
The moon and stars suspended in space.
Oh, what is man that you are mindful of him?
You have given man a crown of glory and honor,
And have made him a little lower than the angels.
You have put him in charge of all creation:
The beasts of the field
The birds of the air,
The fish of the sea.
Oh, what is man that You are mindful of him?