1 The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav’ns, (a shining frame!)
Their great Original proclaim.
Th’ unwearied sun from day to day,
Does his Creator’s pow'r display;
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an almighty hand.
2 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale,
And nightly to the list'ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth:
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.
3 What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found;
In reasons ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
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First Line: | The spacious firmament on high |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1788 |
Topic: | Rejoicing |