The spacious firmament on
high
With all the blue ethereal
sky
And spangled heavens a
shinning frame
Their great Original
proclaim
The unwearied sun from day
to day
Does his Creator's Power
display
And publishes to every
land
The works of an Almighty
Hand
Soon as the evening shades
prevail
The moon takes up the
wondrous tale
And nightly to the
listening earth
Repeats the story of her
birth
whilst all the stars
around her burn
And all the planets in
their turn
Confirm the tidings as
they roll
And spread the truth from
pole to pole
What though in solemn
silence all
Move round the dark
terrestrial ball
What though nor real voice
nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be
found
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
Church Hymnal 792
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