C.IX. Sun, Moon and Stars, praise ye the Lord

1 Regett of all the Worlds above,
Thou, Sun, whose Rays adorn the Sphere
And with unwearied Swiftness move,
To form the Circle of the Year:

2 Praise the Creator of the Skies,
Who decks thy Orb with borrow'd Rays:
Or may the Sun forget to rise,
When he forget his Maker's Praise.

3 Thou reigning Beauty of the Night,
Fair Queen of Silence, Silver Moon,
Whose paler Fires and Female Light,
Are softer Rivals of the Noon;

4 Arise, and to that sovereign Power
Waxing and waining Honours pay,
Who bad thee rule the dusky Hours
And half supply the absent Day.

5 Ye glittering Stars who gild the skies,
When Darkness has her Curtain drawn,
Who keep the Watch with wakeful Eyes,
When Business, Cares, and Day are gone:

6 Proclaim the Glories of your Lord,
Dispers'd thro' all the heav'nly Street,
Whose boundless Treasures can afford,
So rich a Pavement for his Feet.

7 Thou Heav'n of Heav'ns, supremely bright,
Fair Palace of the Court divine,
Where, with inimitable Light
The Godhead condescends to shine:

8 Praise thou thy great Inhabitant,
Who scatters lovely Beams of Grace
On every Angel, every Saint,
Nor veils the Lustre of his Face.

9 O God of Glory, God of Love,
Thou art the Sun that mak'st our Days:
Mid'st all thy wondrous Works above
Let Earth and Dust attempt thy Praise!

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First Line: Regent of all the Worlds above
Title: Sun, Moon and Stars, praise ye the Lord
Language: English
Publication Date: 1737
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