Ode to the Creator

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Ode to the Creator  (1771) 
Not by Christopher Smart but by Joseph Addison[1]
From the APPENDIX to the Hymns Hymns for the Amusement of Children (1771).


HYMN XII.

ODE to the CREATOR.



The spacious Firmament on high,
With all the blue aethereal Sky,
And spangled Heav'ns, a shining Frame,
Their great Original proclaim.

Th'unweary'd Sun from Day to Day
Does his Creator's Pow'r display,
And publishes, to ev'ry Land,
The Work of an Almighty Hand.

Soon as the Ev'ning Shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wond'rous Tale,
And nightly to the list'ning Earth
Repeats the Story of her Birth.

While all the Stars that round her burn,
And all the Planets in their Turn,
Confirm the Tidings as they roll,
And spread the Truth from Pole to Pole.

What, though in solemn Silence, all
Move round the dark terrestrial Ball!
What though, nor real Voice nor Sound
Amid their radiant Orbs be found!

In Reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious Voice,
For ever singing, as they shine,
The Hand that made us is divine.




Notes

  1. Hymn The spacious Firmament on high by Joseph Addison printed in The Spectator (London, England: August 23, 1712). Set to music By Joseph Haydn in his Creation. See: Net Hymnal.
This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
 


The spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame Their great Original proclaim. Th’unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator’s powers display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty Hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth; While all the stars that round her burn And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole.

What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice nor sound Amid the radiant orbs be found? In reason’s ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, Forever singing as they shine, “The hand that made us is divine.”