1 THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
2 Th’unwearied sun, from day to day,
Doth his Creator’s power display;
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
3 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
4 While 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 though 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,
For ever singing as they shine:
The hand that made us is divine!
|The spacious firmament on high
|The Spacious Firmament on High
|The Godhead: Creation and Providence