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| THE SPACIOUS firmament on high, | |
| With all the blue ethereal sky, | |
| And spangled heavens, a shining frame, | |
| Their great Original proclaim. | |
| Th’ unwearied Sun from day to day | 5 |
| Does his Creator’s power display; | |
| And publishes to every land | |
| The work of an Almighty hand. | |
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| Soon as the evening shades prevail, | |
| The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; | 10 |
| And nightly to the listening Earth | |
| Repeats the story of her birth: | |
| Whilst all the stars that round her burn, | |
| And all the planets in their turn, | |
| Confirm the tidings as they roll, | 15 |
| And spread the truth from pole to pole. | |
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| What though in solemn silence all | |
| Move round the dark terrestrial ball; | |
| What though nor real voice nor sound | |
| Amidst their radiant orbs be found? | 20 |
| In Reason’s ear they all rejoice, | |
| And utter forth a glorious voice; | |
| For ever singing as they shine, | |
| ‘The Hand that made us is divine.’ | |
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