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Text: | Works of God |
1 The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
2 Th'unwearied sun, from day to day
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an almighty hand.
3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings, as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
5 What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball?
What tho' no real voice nor sound
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing, as they shine--
The hand that made us is divine.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The spacious firmament on high |
Title: | Works of God |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1845 |
Topic: | Of God: The Works of God |