1 The heavens declare his glory,
Their Maker's skill the skies;
Each day repeats the story,
And night to night replies,
Their silent proclamation
Throughout the earth is heard;
The record of creation,
The page of nature's word.
2 So pure, so soul-restoring,
Is truth's diviner ray;
A brighter radiance pouring
Than all the pomp of day;
The wanderer surely guiding,
It makes the simple wise;
And, evermore abiding,
Unfailing joy supplies.
3 Thy word is richer treasure
Than lurks within the mine;
And daintiest fare less pleasure
Yields than this food divine.
How wise each kind monition!
Led by thy counsels, Lord,
How safe the saints' condition,
How great is their reward.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs, ancient and modern for use in the prayer-meeting #113
First Line: | The heavens declare His glory, their Maker's skill the skies |
Author: | Josiah Conder |
Language: | English |
Copyright: | Public Domain |