1 Great God, the heaven's well-order'd frame Declares the glories of thy name; There thy rich works of wonder shine: A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear Of boundless power and skill divine.
2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light Lectures of heavenly wisdom read; With silent eloquence they raise Our thoughts to our Creator's praise, And neither sound nor language need.
3 Yet their divine instructions run Far as the journies of the sun, And every nation knows their voice; The sun, like some young bridegroom drest, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice.
4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles and speaks his maker God; All nature joins to shew thy praise: Thus God, in every creature shines; Fair is the book of nature's lines, But fairer is thy book of grace.