The heavens are speaking aloud –
The wind, and the sky, and the cloud –
They’re shouting abroad the glory of God,
Proclaiming the works of His hands.
The languages of every land,
Have heard what creation demands;
Day utters words, and night yet concurs,
They shout in a patchwork of praise.
Each telling mankind of God’s ways:
His Majesty, beauty, and grace.
The galaxies hung, or wild-flowers sprung,
Or pitiful newborn’s first cry.
Oh, help me to never despise,
That voice when I hear it arise,
But let it renew my wonder of You,
And make me to join in its shout!
The Word of God – like honey sweet,
A treasure jewels could not complete,
Confounding sages when it speaks,
More powerful than missile fleets –
The very words of God to man,
The details of His gracious plan,
In words that we can understand,
You’re holding, careless, in your hands!
Why are you not in wonder seized?
What would it take for you to see,
Or melt in holy ecstasies,
Since God in blessing us is pleased?
Must you be hunted like a hare,
When you the love of God declare,
Must foes or tyrants’ anger flare,
And seek the gospel to impair,
Before you see the magnitude,
Of what the Lord has given you,
The very source of every truth,
Forgiveness from rebellion, too?
Thus we may all in Him abide,
Though foes may try to skin your hide,
Protected, by our Savior’s side,
Upheld, while devils curse and chide.
So in that doomed and dreadful day,
When God’s full justice is displayed,
His foes are speechless in dismay,
In heat of hell their skin decays.
Yes, they in total judgment wail,
Yet we will not in fear turn pale,
Before Him – wonder! – words now fail,
Eternal transport undetailed.
The Bride of Christ – the love He sends,
This nuptial suite we enter in,
He built while we reviled Him,
Embracing us who were in sin.
Oh, Christians, marvel then in this:
No sin can sully what is His.
Then claim the gracious gifts He gives,
And seize His perfect promises.