Based on Psalm 8, to the tune ODE TO JOY:

Endless wonder here beholding
underneath a sky of stars,
each a world of your unfolding
and a treasure of your heart:
What am I that you should love me?
Dust that barely speaks your name!
Yet the stars are dust above me,
shining with the brightest flame.

God, you made us like the angels,
though as animals we bleed.
In a world we make or mangle,
you put all things at our feet.
Teach us, then, to tread more softly
on the ground from which we spring,
and to help eachother upwards,
altogether there to sing.

We are feeble in our limits,
oh, but limitless your love!
It's a sea and we swim in it,
though we cannot hold a drop.
Still we revel in the wonder,
drawn forever to your flame,
joining every voice in thunder
as we sing your glorious name!