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Fairest Of All The Lights Above

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9967 Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Fairest of all the lights above, Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres, And with unwearied swiftness move, To form the circles of our years; 2 Praise the Creator of the skies, That dressed thine orb in golden rays: Or may the sun forget to rise, If he forget his maker’s praise! 3 Thou reigning beauty of the night, Fair queen of silence, silver moon, Whose gentle beams, and borrowed light, Are softer rivals of the noon; 4 Arise, and to that sovereign Power Waxing and waning honors pay, Who bade thee rule the dusky hours, And half supply the absent day! 5 Ye twinkling stars, who gild the skies, When darkness has its curtain drawn, Who keep your watch with wakeful eyes, When business, cares, and day, are gone; 6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord, Dispersed through 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 luster of His face. 9 O God of glory, God of love, Thou art the sun that makes our days; With all Thy shining works above Let earth and dust attempt Thy praise! Languages: English Tune Title: WOODWORTH

Fairest of all the lights above

Hymnal: Hymns, Selected and Original #62 (1828) Meter: 8.8.8.8 Lyrics: 1 Fairest of all the lights above, Thou sun, whose beams adorn the spheres, And with unwearied swiftness move, To form the circles of our years; 2 Praise the Creator of the skies, That dress'd thine orb in golden rays: Or let the sun forget to rise, If he forget his Maker's praise! 3 Thou reigning beauty of the night, Fair queen of silence, silver moon, Whose gentle beams, and borrow'd light, Are softer rivals of the moon; 4 Arise, and to that sovereign Power Waxing and waning honours pay, Who bade thee rule the dusky hour, And half supply the absent day! 5 Ye twinkling stars that gild the skies, When darkness has its curtain drawn, That keep your watch with wakeful eyes, When business, cares, and day, are gone; 6 Proclaim the glories of your Lord, Dispers'd through all the heavenly street, Whose boundless treasures can afford, So rich a pavement for his feet! 7 O God of glory, God of love, Thou art the sun that makes our days; With all thy shining works above Let man attempt to speak thy praise! Topics: Sun, Moon, and Stars, praise the Lord; The Works of God