Thy glo­ry, Lord, the hea­vens de­clare,
The fir­ma­ment dis­plays Thy skill;
The chang­ing clouds, the view­less air,
Tempest and calm Thy word ful­fill;
Day un­to day doth ut­ter speech,
And night to night Thy know­ledge teach.

Though voice nor sound in­form the ear,
Well known the lang­uage of their song,
When one by one the stars ap­pear,
Led by the si­lent moon along,
Till round the earth, from all the sky,
Thy beau­ty beams on ev­ery eye.

Waked by Thy touch, the morn­ing sun
Comes like a bride­groom from his bow­er,
And, like a gi­ant, glad to run
His bright ca­reer with speed and power—
Thy flam­ing mes­sen­ger, to dart
Life through the depth of Na­ture’s heart.

While these trans­port­ing vi­sions shine
Along the path of Pro­vi­dence,
Glory eter­nal, joy di­vine,
Thy word re­veals, trans­cend­ing sense—
My soul Thy good­ness longs to see,
Thy love to man, Thy love to me.