William Billings - Effingham - текст песни (слова)

Behold, the lofty sky
 Declares its Maker God,
 And all his starry works on high
 Proclaim his power abroad.
 
 His statutes and commands
 Are set before our eyes;
 He puts his gospel in our hands,
 Where our salvation lies.
 
 His laws are just and pure,
 His truth without deceit,
 His promises for ever sure,
 And his rewards are great.
 
 While of thy works I sing,
 Thy glory to proclaim,
 Accept the praise, my God, my King
 In my Redeemer's name.