The heavens declare His glory, their Maker's skill the skies

Verse 1

The heavens declare his glory, Their Maker's skill the skies; Each day repeats the story, And night to night replies, Their silent proclamation Throughout the earth is heard; The record of creation, The page of nature's word.

Verse 2

So pure, so soul-restoring, Is truth's diviner ray; A brighter radiance pouring Than all the pomp of day; The wanderer surely guiding, It makes the simple wise; And, evermore abiding, Unfailing joy supplies.

Verse 3

Thy word is richer treasure Than lurks within the mine; And daintiest fare less pleasure Yields than this food divine. How wise each kind monition! Led by thy counsels, Lord, How safe the saints' condition, How great is their reward.