Amaokwu Akwụkwọ Nsọ Ndị Ama Ama siteré na Psalms 8

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Then, what is man, I’m fain to speir, That Thou heeds him ava, Or son o’ man, that Thou sae near To him sood coothy draw?

Gin to the lift I heist my e’en — The wark o’ Thine ain haun’ — Whaur mune and starnies a’ are seen, Set there by Thy commaun’

For, but a kennin’ laigher Thou Than God himsel’ him made; A croon o’ glory on his broo And gude‐gree Thou has laid. Laird owre Thy warks Thou made him be, Put a’ thing ’naith his feet

Lord o’ us a’, hoo is Thy name Exaltit up on hie!

Lord o’ us a’, hoo is Thy name On hie exaltit far, That has Thy glory set abune The yontmaist lemin’ star!