The Glory of the Lord

The glo­ry of the Lord

The heav’ns de­clare abroad;

The fir­ma­ment dis­plays

The han­di­work of God;

Day un­to day de­clar­eth speech

And night to night doth know­ledge teach.

Aloud they do not speak

They ut­ter forth no word

Nor in­to lang­uage break;

Their voice is nev­er heard;

Their line thro’ all the earth ex­tends

Their words to earth’s re­mot­est ends.

In them He for the sun

Hath set a dwell­ing place

Rejoicing as a man

Of strength to run a race;

He

bride­groom-like in his ar­ray

Comes from his cham­ber

bring­ing day.

His da­ily go­ing forth

Is from the end of Heav’n;

The fir­ma­ment to him

Is for his cir­cuit giv­en—

His cir­cuit reach­es to its ends

And ev­ery­where his heart ex­tends.