For a Lord's-day morning.
1 Behold the lofty sky Declares its maker God, And all his starry works on high Proclaim his power abroad.
2 The darkness and the light Still keep their course the same; While night to day, and day to night Divinely teach his name.
3 In every different land Their general voice is known They shew the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne.
4 Ye British lands, rejoice, Here he reveals his word, We are not left to nature's voice To bid us know the Lord.
5 His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes; He puts his gospel in our hands, Where our salvation lies.
6 His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit, His promises for ever sure, And his rewards are great.
7 [Not honey to the taste Affords so much delight, Nor gold that has the furnace past So much allures the sight.
8 While of thy works I sing, Thy glory to proclaim, Accept the praise, my God, my King, In my Redeemer's name.]