329. THE HAND THAT MADE US
Christ in Song,
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 ev'ry land
The work of an almighty hand.
Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly, to the list'ning earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What tho' in solemn silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What tho' no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found!
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice,
Forever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
||The Hand That Made Us
||The spacious firmament on high
||God: Praise to God; Special Selections: Choir or Quartet
Last updated on 13th Apr 2023 by Brian Onang'o