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,

Where 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.