The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Psalm 19:1
All nature’s works His praise declare,
To whom they all belong;
There is a voice in every star,
In every breeze a song.
Sweet music fills the world abroad
With strains of love and power;
The stormy sea sings praise to God,
The thunder and the shower.
To God the tribes of ocean cry,
And birds upon the wing;
To God the powers that dwell on high
Their tuneful tribute bring.
Like them, let us the throne surround,
With them loud chorus raise,
While instruments of loftier sound
Assist our feeble praise.
Great God, to Thee we consecrate
Our voices and our skill;
We bid the pealing organ wait
To speak alone Thy will.
O, teach its rich and swelling notes
To lift our souls on high;
And while the music round us floats,
Let earth born passions die.