The Hands That Made Us Are Divine
The firmament declares as one;
its stars, all sisters of our sun
in broad array speak as they shine -
the hands that made us are divine.
The planets in procession fly
around our sun, across our sky.
Celestial anthems flow like wine -
the hands that made us are divine.
In twilight's shade, day yields to dark,
nocturnal orb in radiant arc;
though hushed, sings to this heart of mine -
the hands that made us are divine.
As comets in their orbits sail
with blazing head and glistening tail
proclaiming as a heav'nly sign -
the hands that made us are divine.
Although their voices can't be heard
by human ears, my soul is stirred.
My praise, O Lord is solely Thine -
the hands that made us are divine.
"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech" - Psalm 19:1
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