The heavens declare his glory
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The heavens declare his glory,Their Maker's skill, the skies;Each day repeats the story,And night to night replies.Their silent proclamationThroughout the earth is heard,—The record of creation,The page of nature's word.
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But there 's a radiance streamingMore bright than that of day,'Tis God's own glory beamingIn truth's celestial ray:So pure, so soul restoring,It makes the simple wise;And, balm of comfort pouring,Each aching heart supplies.
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Thy word is richer treasureThan lurks within the mine;And daintiest fare less pleasureYields than this food divine.How wise each kind monition!Led by thy counsels, Lord,How safe the saints' condition!How great is their reward!