1 Thro' circling Ages, Lord, thy Word
Unchangeable remains:
Thy Pow'r—by which they first were mov'd—
The heav'nly Orbs sustains.

2 Thine is the chearful Day; and thine
The black Returns of Night:
Thou hast prepar'd the glorious Sun,
And ev'ry feebler Light.

3 By Thee the Borders of the Earth
In perfect Order stand:
The Summer's Heat and Winter's Col
Attend on thy Command.

4 All Things the Course, by Thee ordain'd,
E'en to this Day fulfil:
They are thy faithful Subjects All,
And Servants of thy Will.