In timeless void, the Voice of Heaven spoke,
And light from darkness tore the primal shroud,
A boundless gleam, creation’s first proud stroke,
The dawn of all, in glory unavowed.

The second day, the firmament arose,
A vaulted splendor, skies of azure hue,
The waters parted, as the deep repose,
A canopy of might came into view.

Day three, the seas receded at His call,
The earth unveiled her verdant, teeming frame,
While mountains soared, and forests crowned it all,
A world alive, to bear His holy name.

The fourth, with sun and moon in dance arrayed,
The stars like sentinels the night obeyed.

Day five, the waters sang with fin and wing,
The skies with flocks of every feather filled,
A symphony of life began to sing,
The pulse of being, wild and unfulfilled.

The sixth, from dust arose the beast and man,
A sovereign breath, the crown of His design,
To rule, to love, within His mighty plan,
A soul immortal, touched by the divine.

Then seventh came, the sabbath of His rest,
A hallowed pause, the cosmos stood complete,
In silence reigned the Maker manifest,
His triumph sung where earth and heaven meet.