1 The heav'ns God's glory do declare,the skies his hand-works preach:
2 Day utters speech to day, and nightto night doth knowledge teach.
3 There is no speech nor tongue to whichtheir voice doth not extend:
4 Their line is gone through all the earth,their words to the world's end.In them he set the sun a tent;
5 Who, bridegroom-like, forth goesFrom's chamber, as a strong man dothto run his race rejoice.
6 From heav'n's end is his going forth,circling to th' end again;And there is nothing from his heatthat hidden doth remain.