The starry firmament on high,

And all the glories of the sky,

Yet shine not to thy praise, O Lord,

So brightly as thy written word.

2 The hopes that holy word supplies,

Its truths divine and precepts wise—

In each a heavenly beam I see,

And every beam conducts to thee.

3 Almighty Lord! the sun shall fail,

The moon forget her nightly tale,

And deepest silence hush on high

The radiant chorus of the sky—

4 But fixed for everlasting years,

Unmoved amid the wreck of spheres,

Thy word shall shine in cloudless day

When heaven and earth have passed away.