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the heavens.
Silent they seem to man—but oh! each ray
Is vocal with creation's choral hymn—
Far rolling orbs take up the rapturous lay,
And distant planets, vast, obscure and dim,
Swell the loud anthem, clear as white-robed seraphim.
Is vocal with creation's choral hymn—
Far rolling orbs take up the rapturous lay,
And distant planets, vast, obscure and dim,
Swell the loud anthem, clear as white-robed seraphim.
The heavens declare thy glory—who can gaze,
Almighty Father! on that azure sea,
With all its countless barks of light, yet raise
Nor voice nor grateful tribute unto thee?
Thine are the dazzling worlds of light we see,
And each their Maker's majesty proclaim,
Burn in their orbits by thy sure decree,
And write thy power in characters of flame,
Meet page, Eternal God! to bear thy glorious name.
Almighty Father! on that azure sea,
With all its countless barks of light, yet raise
Nor voice nor grateful tribute unto thee?
Thine are the dazzling worlds of light we see,
And each their Maker's majesty proclaim,
Burn in their orbits by thy sure decree,
And write thy power in characters of flame,
Meet page, Eternal God! to bear thy glorious name.
