By A Collection of Hymns

      L.M. Psalm xix.
      1 THE spacious firmament on high,
      With all the blue ethereal sky,
      And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
      Their great Original proclaim.

      2 The unwearied sun, from day to day,
      Does his Creator's power display;
      And publishes to every land
      The work of an almighty hand.

      3 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:

      4 Whilst 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.

      5 What though in solemn silence all
      Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
      What though no real voice or sound
      Amidst their radiant orbs be found;

      6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,
      And utter forth a glorious voice,
      For ever singing as they shine,
      "The hand that made us is divine."