Behold, the lofty sky

Declares its Maker God,

And all his starry works on high

Proclaim his power abroad.

The darkness and the light

Still keep their course the same;

While night to day, and day to night,

Divinely teach his name.

In every diff'rent land

Their general voice is known;

They show the wonders of his hand,

And orders of his throne.

Ye British lands, rejoice,

Here he reveals his word;

We are not left to nature's voice,

To bid us know the Lord.

His statutes and commands

Are set before our eyes;

He puts his gospel in our hands,

Where our salvation lies.

His laws are just and pure,

His truth without deceit,

His promises for ever sure,

And his rewards are great.

[Not honey to the taste

Affords so much delight,

Nor gold that has the furnace passed

So much allures the sight.

While of thy works I sing,

Thy glory to proclaim,

Accept the praise, my God, my King

In my Redeemer's name.]