O’ the heavens declare His glory
The skies proclaim His works
Painting His invisible qualities
With awesome and eternal power
Of nature divine
The mystery of old
Clearly before our eyes
Just listen to wind whisper it
The distant hills echoing it
The thunders roaring it
And the rain singing it
Day after day they utter it
Night after night they reveal it
Saying nothing but leaving nothing untold
Doing nothing but leaving nothing undone
Yet all that is seen may pass away
But the eternal One in us
The mystery of His will
Unveiled by His Spirit
The Revealer of mysteries
In whom are hidden all treasures
Of true wisdom and glorious riches
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