The Heavens Declare Thy Glory (Birks)

The heav­ens de­clare Thy glo­ry

The fir­ma­ment Thy pow­er;

Day un­to day the sto­ry

Repeats from hour to hour;

Night un­to night re­ply­ing

Proclaims in ev­ery land

O Lord

with voice un­dy­ing

The won­ders of Thy hand.

The sun with roy­al splen­dor

Goes forth to chant Thy praise;

And moon­beams soft and ten­der

Their gent­ler an­them raise;

O’er ev­ery tribe and na­tion

That mu­sic strange is poured

The song of all cre­ation

To Thee

cre­ation’s Lord.

How per­fect

just

and ho­ly

The pre­cepts Thou hast giv­en;

Still mak­ing wise the low­ly

They lift the thoughts to Heav­en;

How pure

how soul re­stor­ing

Thy Gos­pel’s heav­en­ly ray

A bright­er ra­di­ance pour­ing

Than noon of bright­est day.

All Heav­en on high re­joices

To do its mak­er’s will;

The stars with so­lemn voic­es

Resound Thy prais­es still;

So let my whole be­hav­ior

Thoughts

words

and act­ions be

O Lord

my strength

my Sav­ior

One cease­less song to Thee.