1 The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue etherial sky,
And spangled heav’ns a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
2 Th’ unweary'd sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator’s pow’r display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty Hand.
3 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:
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 the 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,
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: | 1792 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |