1
God’s glory fills the heavens with hymns; the domed
sky bears the Maker’s mark.
New praises sound from day to day and echo
through the knowing dark.
Without a word their songs roll on; into all lands
their voices run.
And with a champion’s strength and grace from
farthest heaven comes forth the sun.

2
God’s perfect law revives the soul; its precepts
make the simple wise.
Its just commands rejoice the heart; its truth gives
light unto the eyes.
Forever shall this law endure: unblemished,
righteous, true, complete.
No gold we ever found so fine, no honey in the
comb more sweet.

3
God’s servant may I ever be: this world my joy, that
word my guide.
O cleanse me, Lord, from secret sin; deliver me from
selfish pride.
Acept my thoughts and words and deeds; let them
find favor in your sight.
For you alone can make me whole, O Lord, my
refuge and my might.