Gods Glory Fills The Heavens

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.

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.

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.
Accept 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.