Verse 1The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heavens, a shining frame
Their great Original proclaim.
The unlearned sun from day to day,
Does his Creator's power display
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.
Verse 2Soon 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.
Verse 3What though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice or 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!" Amen