Behold, the Lofty Sky

Behold

the lof­ty sky

Declares its mak­er God.

And all His star­ry works on high

Proclaim His pow­er abroad.

The dark­ness and the light

Still keep their course the same;

While night to day

and day to night

Divinely teach His name.

In ev­ery dif­fer­ent land

Their ge­ne­ral voice is known;

They show the won­ders of His hand

And or­ders of His throne.

Ye Christ­ian hearts

re­joice

[originally

Ye Bri­tish lands

re­joice]

Here He re­veals His Word;

We are not left to na­ture’s voice

To bid us know the Lord.

His sta­tutes and com­mands

Are set be­fore our eyes;

He puts His Gos­pel in our hands

Here our sal­va­tion lies.

His laws are just and pure

His truth with­out de­ceit

His pro­mises for ev­er sure

And His re­wards are great.

Not ho­ney to the taste

Affords so much de­light

Nor gold that has the fur­nace passed

So much al­lures the sight.

While of Thy works I sing

Thy glo­ry to pro­claim

Accept the praise

my God

my king

In my Re­deem­er’s name.