The spacious firmament on high

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 dayDoes his Creator's power display,And publishes to every landThe work of an almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,The moon takes up the wondrous tale;And nightly, to the listening earthRepeats 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.

What though in solemn silence, allMove round the dark terrestrial ball?What though no real voice nor soundAmid 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."