Hymn For The New Year - 2

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