The heavenly spheres to Thee, O God,
Attune their evening hymn;
All-wise, all-holy, Thou art praised
In song of seraphim.
Unnumbered systems, suns, and worlds,
Unite to worship Thee,
While Thy majestic greatness fills
Space, time, eternity.
Nature, a temple worthy Thee,
Beams with Thy light and love;
Whose flowers so sweetly bloom below,
Whose stars rejoice above;
Whose altars are the mountain-cliffs
That rise along the shore;
Whose anthems, the sublime accord
Of storm and ocean-roar.
Her song of gratitude is sung
By Spring’s awakening hours;
Her Summer offers at Thy shrine
Its earliest, loveliest flowers;
Her Autumn brings its golden fruits,
In glorious luxury given;
While Winter’s silver heights reflect
Thy brightness back to heaven.
Source: A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #399
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