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 or 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