Turn to the stars of heaven thine eyes,
And God shall meet thee there;
Exalt thy vision to the skies,
His glory they declare;
Day speaks to day, night teaches night,
The wonders of their frame,
And all in harmony unite
Their Maker to proclaim.
Earth has no language, man no speech,
But gives their voice a tongue;
Their words the world's foundations reach;
Their hymn in heaven is sung;
Pavilioned there in glory bright,
As from a blooming bride,
The sun comes forth in floods of light,
With all a bridegroom's pride.
Glad, like a giant for the race,
His orient flame ascends,
Soars through the boundless realms of space,
And in the west descends;
His heat the vital lamp bestows,
The firmament pervades,
In ocean's darkest caverns glows,
And earth's profoundest shades.