The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into all the earth, their words to the ends of the world. Psalm 19:1–4
Words: Anne Steele, Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional 1760.
Music: Aberdeen possibly by Andrew Tait, in James Chalmers’ untitled collection, 1749. Melody from Rudiments of Music, by Robert Bremner, 1756 (🔊 pdf nwc).
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Lord, when my raptured thought surveys
Creation’s beauties o’er,
All nature joins to teach Thy praise,
And bid my soul adore.
Whene’er I turn my gazing eyes,
Thy radiant footsteps shine;
Ten thousand pleasing wonders rise,
And speak their source divine.
The living tribe of countless forms,
In earth and sea and air;
The meanest flies, the smallest worms,
Almighty power declare.
All rose to life at Thy command,
And wait their daily food
From Thy paternal, bounteous hand,
Exhaustless spring of good!
The meads, arrayed in smiling green,
With wholesome herbage crowned;
The fields with corn, a richer scene,
Spread Thy full bounties round,
The fruitful tree, the blooming flower,
In varied charms appear;
Their varied charms display Thy power,
Thy goodness all declare.
The sun’s productive quickening beams
The growing verdure spread;
Refreshing rains and cooling streams
His gentle influence aid.
The moon and stars his absent light
Supply with borrowed rays,
And deck the sable veil of night,
And speak their Maker’s praise.
Thy wisdom, power and goodness, Lord,
In all Thy works appear;
And O let man Thy praise record;
Man, Thy distinguished care.
From Thee the breath of life he drew;
That breath Thy power maintains;
Thy tender mercy ever new,
His brittle frame sustains.
Yet nobler favors claim his praise,
Of reason’s light possessed;
By revelation’s brighter rays
Still more divinely blest.
Thy providence, his constant guard
When threatening woes impend,
Or will th’impending dangers ward,
Or timely succors lend.
On me that providence has shone
With gentle smiling rays;
O let my lips and life make known
Thy goodness, and Thy praise.
All bounteous Lord, Thy grace impart;
O teach me to improve
Thy gifts with ever grateful heart,
And crown them with Thy love.