1. The spacious heav’ns declare
The glory of our God,
The firmament displays….
His handiwork abroad;
Day unto day proclaims His might,
And nightHis wisdom tells to night.
2. Aloud they do not speak,
They utter forth no word,
Nor unto language break…..
Their voice is never heard;
Yet through the world the truth they bear
And their Creator’s pow’r declare.
3. The clouds of heav’n are spread,
A tent to hold the sun,
And like a bridegroom fair…..
Comes forth the mighty one,
Rejoicing in his strength and grace
To run his wondrous daily race.
4. His daily going forth
Is from the end of heav’n;
The firmament to him…..
Is for his circuit giv’n;
His journey reaches to its ends
And everywhere his heat extends.