The Starry Heavens.
What a scene to gaze on high,O’er the grandeur of the sky,When the night’s rich purple shadeIs with thousand stars arrayed.God their march in order guides,Each within his power abides.Wond’rous wisdom! can he thenDeign to mark the sons of men!Thought infirm! for infiniteIs His providential sight,And no things of earth and air,Small or mean, elude His care.What sweet comfort to each breast,That would on his mercy rest,Thus to know a Father’s love,Guards us as the stars above.By Thy Spirit’s grace impartThat pure, humble, contrite heart,Loved of Thee, that we may shareAll thy goodness, power, and care.
What a scene to gaze on high,O’er the grandeur of the sky,When the night’s rich purple shadeIs with thousand stars arrayed.God their march in order guides,Each within his power abides.Wond’rous wisdom! can he thenDeign to mark the sons of men!Thought infirm! for infiniteIs His providential sight,And no things of earth and air,Small or mean, elude His care.What sweet comfort to each breast,That would on his mercy rest,Thus to know a Father’s love,Guards us as the stars above.By Thy Spirit’s grace impartThat pure, humble, contrite heart,Loved of Thee, that we may shareAll thy goodness, power, and care.
What a scene to gaze on high,O’er the grandeur of the sky,When the night’s rich purple shadeIs with thousand stars arrayed.
What a scene to gaze on high,
O’er the grandeur of the sky,
When the night’s rich purple shade
Is with thousand stars arrayed.
God their march in order guides,Each within his power abides.Wond’rous wisdom! can he thenDeign to mark the sons of men!
God their march in order guides,
Each within his power abides.
Wond’rous wisdom! can he then
Deign to mark the sons of men!
Thought infirm! for infiniteIs His providential sight,And no things of earth and air,Small or mean, elude His care.
Thought infirm! for infinite
Is His providential sight,
And no things of earth and air,
Small or mean, elude His care.
What sweet comfort to each breast,That would on his mercy rest,Thus to know a Father’s love,Guards us as the stars above.
What sweet comfort to each breast,
That would on his mercy rest,
Thus to know a Father’s love,
Guards us as the stars above.
By Thy Spirit’s grace impartThat pure, humble, contrite heart,Loved of Thee, that we may shareAll thy goodness, power, and care.
By Thy Spirit’s grace impart
That pure, humble, contrite heart,
Loved of Thee, that we may share
All thy goodness, power, and care.