The sun and moon proclaim thy pow’r,
Their motions speak thy skill,
And on the wings of ev’ry hour
We read thy patience still.
Part of thy name divinely stands
On all thy creatures writ;
They show the labor of thy hands
Or impress of thy feet.

Now the full glories of the Lamb
Adorn the heav’nly plains,
Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel’s name
And try their choicest strains.
Our thoughts are lost in rev’rend awe,
We love and we adore,
The first archangel never saw
So much of God before.

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