1 Ye boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame:
Your voice raise,
Ye cherubim
And seraphim,
to sing His praise.

2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glittering stars of light,
To Him your homage pay:
His praise declare,
Ye heavens above,
And clouds that move
In liquid air.

3 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise His holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;
And all shall last
From changes free;
His firm decree
Stands over fast.