THE spacious firmament on high, <br />With all the blue ethereal sky, <br />And spangled heavens, a shining frame, <br />Their great Original proclaim. <br />Th' unwearied Sun from day to day <br />Does his Creator's power display; <br />And publishes to every land <br />The work of an Almighty hand. <br /> <br />Soon as the evening shades prevail, <br />The Moon takes up the wondrous tale; <br />And nightly to the listening Earth <br />Repeats the story of her birth: <br />Whilst all the stars that round her burn, <br />And all the planets in their turn, <br />Confirm the tidings as they roll, <br />And spread the truth from pole to pole. <br /> <br />What though in solemn silence all <br />Move round the dark terrestrial ball; <br />What though nor real voice nor sound <br />Amidst their radiant orbs be found? <br />In Reason's ear they all rejoice, <br />And utter forth a glorious voice; <br />For ever singing as they shine, <br />'The Hand that made us is divine.'<br /><br />Joseph Addison<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hymn-5/
