The heavens declare his glory

1The heavens declare his glory,
Their Maker's skill, the skies;
Each day repeats the story,
And night to night replies.
To silent proclamation,
Throughout the earth is heard,—
The record of creation,
The page of nature's word.

2But there's a radiance streaming
More bright than that of day,
'Tis God's own glory beaming
In truth's celestial ray;
So pure, so soul restoring,
It makes the simple wise;
And, balm of comfort pouring,
Each sinking heart supplies.

3Thy word is richer treasure
Than lurks within the mine;
And daintiest fare less pleasure
Yields than this food divine.
How wise each life's condition!
Led by thy counsels, Lord,
How safe the saints' condition!
How great is their reward!