Hymns for the Amusement of Children (1791)/Ode to the Creator
ODE to the CREATOR.
The spacious Firmament on high,
With all the blue aethereal Sky,
And spangled Heav'ns, a shining Frame,
Their great Original proclaim.
Th'unweary'd Sun from Day to Day
Does his Creator's Pow'r display,
And publishes, to ev'ry Land,
The Work of an Almighty Hand.
Soon as the Ev'ning Shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wond'rous Tale,
And nightly to the list'ning Earth
Repeats the Story of her Birth.
While all the Stars that round her burn,
And all the Planets in their Turn,
Confirm the Tidings as they roll,
And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole.
What, though in solemn Silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial Ball!
What though, nor real Voice nor Sound
Amid their radiant Orbs be found!
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.