The heav’ns declare Thy glory, Lord;
In ev’ry star Thy wisdom shines;
But when our eyes behold Thy word,
We read Thy name in fairer lines.

The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days Thy pow’r confess;
But the blest volume Thou has writ
Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace.

Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand;
So when Thy truth began it’s race,
It touched and glanced on ev’ry land.

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