1 Not only doth the voiceful day
Thy loving kindness, Lord! proclaim,
But night, with its sublime array
Of worlds, doth magnify Thy name.
Yea, while adoring seraphim
Before Thee bend the willing knee,
From every star a choral hymn
Goes up unceasingly to Thee.
2 Day unto day doth utter speech,
And night to night Thy voice makes known;
Through all the earth, where thought may reach,
Is heard the glad and solemn tone;
And worlds, beyond the farthest star
Whose light hath reached a human eye,
Catch the high anthem from afar,
That rolls along immensity.