Scripture Verse

The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of His hands. Psalm 19:1


Words: J. D. Wick­off, in Sun­shine for Sun­day Schools, by Phi­lip P. Bliss (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio, & Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: John Church & George F. Root and Sons, 1873), page 83.

Music: Ma­lat­ya, J. D. Wick­off, 1873 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Wick­off’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


To Thee, O God, glad songs we bring,
For ev­er­more we crown Thee king;
Stretch forth Thine arm, extend Thy sway;
Break on the world Thy rising day.

The mighty train of starry hosts
In choral strains Thy glo­ry boasts;
From sun to sun the echoes bound,
And distant anthems swell the sound.

The mountains to the valleys cry,
And rivers to the sea reply;
The winter ice, the summer dew—
All living things are singing, too.

Glad nature’s praise to Thee belongs,
We crown Thee in our earthly songs,
And by our lives we would record
Such praise as Hea­ven gives its Lord.

Glad songs! glad songs! ring out our joy;
Let holy themes our lips employ,
Till earth, redeemed, shall lift her voice,
And Heav’n shall echo back, rejoice.