The heav’ns above declare

The heav’ns above declare The glory of our God; And what his hands have made The skies proclaim abroad. Day after day they pour forth speech, And night by night their knowledge teach.

There is no language used Or any spoken word; No sound is made by them And yet their voice is heard. Throughout the world their voice resounds, Their words to earth’s remotest bounds.

In heav’n God pitched a tent, A dwelling for the sun, Which like a bridegroom comes Or strong man keen to run. Its course from east to west complete— There’s nothing hidden from its heat.

The perfect law of God Revives the soul of man; His statutes which are sure Make wise the simple one. The precepts of the LORD are right And fill the heart with great delight.

God’s radiant commands Shed light on what we see; The fear of God is pure And lasts eternally. The standards of the LORD express His perfect truth and righteousness.

Of far more worth than gold— Than much pure gold—they are; Than honey from the comb, Than honey sweeter far. They warn the servant of the LORD; In keeping them is great reward.

Who can discern his faults? Forgive my hidden sin. Keep me from wilful deeds; May they not rule within. And then I shall be free from blame And guiltless of transgression’s shame.

LORD, let the words I speak Be pleasing in your sight, And may my inmost thoughts Be in your judgment right. O LORD, you are a Rock to me; You have redeemed and set me free.