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 wond'rous 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 the dark terrestrial ball?
What though nor real voice nor sound,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found?
6 In Reasons ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
Forever singing, as they shine,
"The Hand that made us is divine."
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First Line: | The spacious firmament on high |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1789 |
Topic: | The divine Perfections: The Heavens declare the Glory of God |
Notes: | Public Domain. |