1 Great God the heav'ns well order'd frame,
Declares the glories of thy name;
There thy rich works of wonder shine,
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,
Of boundless pow'r and skill divine.

2 From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light,
Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read;
With silent eloquence they raise,
Our thoughts to our creator's praise,
And neither sound nor language need.

3 Yet their divine instructions run,
Far as the journeys of the sun,
And ev'ry nation knows their voice;
The sun, like some young bridegroom drest,
Breaks from the chambers of the east,
Rolls round and makes the earth rejoice.

4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles, and speaks his maker God:
All nature joins to shew thy praise,
Thus God in ev'ry creature shines;
Fair is the book of Nature's lines,
But fairer is thy book of Grace.