the Spacious Firmament on High


John Sheeles, c.1720

Psalm 19

Joseph Addison, 1712

The spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great Original proclaim.

The unwearied sun from day to day

Does his Creator's power display,

And publishes to every land

The work of an almighty Hand.

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;

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.

What though in solemn silence all

Move round this dark terrestrial ball;

What though no real voice nor sound

Amidst their radiant orbs be found;

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."

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