The Heavens declare the Glory of God.--Ps. xix

Thy glory, Lord, the heavens declare,
The firmament displays Thy skill;
The changing clouds, the viewless air,
Tempest and calm Thy word fulfil;
Day unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night Thy knowledge teach.

Though voice nor sound inform the ear,
Well-known the language of their song,
When one by one the stars appear,
Led by the silent moon along,
Till round the earth, from all the sky,
Thy beauty beams on every eye.

Waked by Thy touch, the shining sun
Comes like a bridegroom from his bower,
And, like a giant, glad to run
His bright career with speed and power--
Thy flaming messenger, to dart
Life through the depth of Nature's heart.

While these transporting visions shine
Along the path of Providence,
Glory eternal, joy divine,
Thy word reveals, transcending sense;
My soul Thy goodness longs to see,
Thy love to man, Thy love to me.