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
Does 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 list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth:
4 Whilst 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,
Forever singing as they shine--
The hand that made us is divine.
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | The spacious firmament on high |
| Meter: | L. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1870 |
| Topic: | Creation; Works of God |
| Notes: | Now Public Domain. Author from index: Addison |