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Ye boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your maker's fame;
His praise your songs employ
Above the starry frame.
Ye cherubim
And seraphim,
Your voices raise,
To sing his praise.

Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun that guid'st the day,
Ye glit t'ring stars􏰉 of light,
To him your homage pay.
Ye heav'ns above
And clouds that move,
His praise declare
In liquid air.

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