1
The spacious firmament on
high,
With all the blue, ethereal
sky,
And spangled heavens, a
shining frame,
Their great Original
proclaim.
Th'unwearied sun from day
to day
Does his Creator's power
display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty
hand
2
Soon 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
3
What though in solemn
silence all
Move round the dark
terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice
nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be
found?
In reason's ear they all
rejoice
And utter forth a glorious
voice,
Forever singing as they
shine,
"The hand that made us
is divine."
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