The heavens are telling the Lord’s endless glory.
Through all the earth His praise is found.
The seas re-echo the marvelous story:
O man, repeat that glorious sound!
The starry hosts He doth order and number,
He fills the morning’s golden springs,
He wakes the sun from his night-curtain’d slumber;
O man, adore the King of Kings!

The heavens are His and the earth knows His favor,
His power in all things thou dost see;
The Lord of hosts who for ever and ever
Thy God and Father still shall be.
He is thy Maker whose love shall not waver,
A God of wisdom, ever kind;
Praise Him and love Him with all thy endeavor,
In Him salvation shalt thou find.


Alternate rendering:

The heavens are telling the Lord’s endless glory.
Through all the earth His praise is found.
The seas re-echo the marvelous story:
O man, repeat that glorious sound!
Who made the numberless stars of the heavens?
Who from his chamber leads the sun?
He comes rejoicing and laughs from afar off,
A hero strong his race to run,
A hero strong his race to run!