New won­ders of Thy migh­ty hand,
Lord, we to­day ad­mire,
Writ on the fir­ma­ment above
In glit­ter­ing orbs of fire.

The sun is rul­er of the day,
The silv­er moon of night,
The star­ry hosts adorn the sky
In or­dered ranks of light.

But e’en that glo­ri­ous sun must set,
And knows his go­ing down,
That sil­ver moon must wax and wane,
The stars their cours­es own.

Still in an ev­er chang­ing round
The day­light comes and goes;
But Thou art ev­er­more the same,
No change Thy mer­cy knows.

Why wav­er then our trou­bled hearts?
Thine is a fa­ther’s care;
And they, eter­nal life who seek,
Eternal life shall share.

All praise, all glo­ry be as­cribed
To God the One in Three,
Who bids us cast our care on Him,
To Him for com­fort flee.