AN ODE TAKEN FROM THE BEGINNING OF PSALM XIX. I. THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, The spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim. The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display; And publishes to every land The work of an almighty hand. ODE EX INITIO PSALMI XIX. DESUMPTA. I. EXPANSA cœlorum, profunda cærula, Et arcuati qua patet spatium ætheris, Convexa stellis plena, splendens fabrica, Sui decoris indicant originem. Lætus diurnum sol iter decurrere, Quis ille fons declarat et lucis parens, Quam sancta se potensque formârit manus. II. Absente sole, cum statim vesper suas Utrumque veritate pervadit polum. III. Solenniore quamlibet silentio Circum hunc opacum orbem feruntur omnia, Nec ulla clare vox ab extra, nec sonus Tot lucidos auditur inter ordines; Auditur intus, quam canoris vocibus, II. Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth: Whilst 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. III. What, though in solemn silence, all For ever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine." ON THE ASCENSION. YE numerous hosts of angels bright, In all your grandeur to attend The king of glory thro' the air. O make your sweetest harmony, Thro' realms immense of spacious light. In choicest hymns, melodious throng, In joyful lays and loudest strains, Ye blest, your God returning sing. |