Guido Reni (1640)
PSALM 19a
The heavens declare the glory of God
The skies they proclaim all the works of His hands
Day after day, they pour forth their speech
Night after night, they display His knowledge
Oooh!
There is no speech
Nor any language
Where their voice is not heard
Their voice, it goes out
Unto the ends of all of the earth
Their words to the world
In the heavens
He has pitched a tent for the sun
It’s like a bridegroom coming forth from His pavilion
Like a champion running his race and rejoicing
From the heat of - the heat of - the sun nothing can hide
It rises at one end of the sky
and goes to the other
It’s like a champion
running his race and rejoicing
Yeah!
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