The heavens God's glory do declare,
The skies his hand-works preach;
Day utters speech to day, and night
To night doth knowledge teach.

There is no speech nor tongue to which
Their voice doth not extend:
Their line is gone through all the earth,
Their words to the world's end.

In them he set the sun a tent;
Who, bridegroom-like, forth goes
From's chamber, as a strong man doth
To run his race, rejoice.

The law of God is perfect, and
Converting doth the soul;
God's testimony is most sure,
And makes the simple whole.

The statutes of the Lord are right,
And do rejoice the heart;
The Lord's command is pure, and doth
Light to the eyes impart.

Unspotted is the fear of God,
And doth endure for ever;
The judgments of the Lord are true,
And righteous altogether.

They more than gold, than fine gold are,
More to be prized far;
Than honey from the honeycomb
Much sweeter also are.

Moreover, they thy servant warn
How he his life should frame;
A great reward provided is
For them that keep the same.

Who can his errors understand?
O cleanse thou me within
From secret faults. Thy servant keep
From all presumptuous sin.

Let all the words which from my mouth
And meditations flow,
Of my heart, be in thy sight, Lord,
My strength and Saviour now.