The hea­vens de­clare Thy glo­ry,
The fir­ma­ment Thy pow­er;
Day un­to day the sto­ry
Repeats from hour to hour;
Night un­to night re­ply­ing,
Proclaims in ev­ery land,
O Lord, with voice un­dy­ing,
The won­ders of Thy hand.

The sun with roy­al splen­dor
Goes forth to chant Thy praise;
And moon­beams soft and ten­der
Their gent­ler an­them raise;
O’er ev­ery tribe and na­tion
That mu­sic strange is poured,
The song of all cre­ation,
To Thee, cre­ation’s Lord.

How per­fect, just, and ho­ly
The pre­cepts Thou hast giv­en;
Still mak­ing wise the low­ly,
They lift the thoughts to Hea­ven;
How pure, how soul re­stor­ing
Thy Gos­pel’s hea­ven­ly ray,
A bright­er ra­di­ance pour­ing
Than noon of bright­est day.

All Hea­ven on high re­joices
To do its mak­er’s will;
The stars with so­lemn voices
Resound Thy prais­es still;
So let my whole be­hav­ior,
Thoughts, words, and act­ions be,
O Lord, my strength, my Sav­ior,
One cease­less song to Thee.