The Spacious Firmament
Verse 1
The spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

Th'unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r display;
And publishes to every land
The work of an almighty hand.

Verse 3
What though in solemn silence all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?

In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
Amen

Franz Joseph Haydn | CCLI License No. 412202