“The heavens declare the glory of God. Ps 19:1
1 Thine, Lord, is wisdom, Thine alone,
Justice and truth before thee stand;
Yet nearer to Thy sacred throne,
Mercy withholds Thy lifted hand.
2 Each evening shows Thy tender love
Each rising morm Thy plenteous grace,
Thy waker’d wrath doth slowly move
Thy willing mercy flies apace.
3 mf To Thy benigh indulgent care,
Father, this light, this breath we owe,
And all we have and all we are,
From thee, great source of being flow.
4 mf Parent of good, Thy bounteous hand,
Incessant blessing down distils,
And all in air, or sea, or land,
With plenteous food and gladness fills.
5 All things in thee, live move and are,
Thy pow’r indused doth all sustain;
Evn those Thy daily favours share
Who thankless spun Thy easy reign.
6 Thy sun thou bidd’st his genial ray
Alike on all impartial pour
To all, who hate to bless Thy sway,
Thou budd’st descend the fruitful shower.
7 mp Yet while at length who scomed Thy might,
Shall feel thee a consuming fire,
mf How sweet the joys, the crown how
bright, Of those who to Thy love aspire!
- Thrice Holy! Thine the kingdom is,
The pow’r omnipotent is Thine;
And when created nature dies
Thy never-ceasing glories shine