THE SPACIOUS FIRMAMENT ON HIGH
1. The spacious
firmament on high,
with all the blue
ethereal sky,
And spangled
heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great
Original proclaim.
Th'unwearied sun,
from day to day,
Does his Creator's
pow'r display;
And publishes to every
land
The work of an
almighty hand.
2. 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;
While 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.
3. What though in
solemn silence all
Move round the dark
terrestrial ball?
What though no real
voice nor sound
Amid the radiant
orbs be found?
In reason's ear
they all rejoice,
And utter forth a
glorious voice,
Forever singing as
they shine,
"The hand that
made us is divine."
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