The heavens hum a silent song,
A chorus vast, unbroken, strong,
Day whispers truth to day anew,
Night unveils stars, a boundless view.

Your Word, O Lord, a golden stream,
Purer than dawn’s first piercing beam,
It stirs the soul, it lights the mind,
A treasure sweet, no flaw to find.

The skies, your canvas, stretch and soar,
The law, your gift, our hearts restore,
More precious than the finest hoard,
Sweeter than honey, O my Lord.

Let every breath, each thought I frame,
Rise like the sun to praise your name,
My Rock, my Light, my soul’s desire,
Set me ablaze with holy fire.