We Star-hosts numerous, innumerous, Throng space with energy untumultuous, And work His Will Whose eye beholdeth us.
No thing is far or near; and therefore we Float neither far nor near; but where we be Weave dances round the Throne perpetually.
Our lights dart here and there, whirl to and fro, We flash and vanish, we die down and glow; All doing His Will Who bids us do it so.
We give ourselves; and be we great or small, Thus are we made like Him Who giveth all, Like Him Whose gracious pleasure bids us fall.
We give ourselves in silent secret ways, Spending and spent in silence full of grace; And thus are made like God, and show His praise.
We sift the air and winnow all the earth; And God Who poised our weights and weighs our worth Accepts the worship of our solemn mirth.
My power and strength are His Who fashioned me, Ordained me image of His Jealousy, Forged me His weapon fierce exceedingly.
I glow unto His glory, and do good: I glow, and bring to life both bud and brood; I glow, and ripen harvest-crops for food.
Our wealth and joys and beauties celebrate His wealth of beauty Who sustains our state, Before Whose changelessness we alternate.
We give place Either to other with contented grace, Acceptable and lovely all our days.
I make the unstable stable, binding fast The world of waters prone to ripple past: Thus praise I God, Whose mercies I forecast.
I rouse and goad the slothful, apt to nod, I stir and urge the laggards with my rod: My praise is not of men, yet I praise God.
My whiteness shadoweth Him Who is most fair, All spotless: yea, my whiteness which I wear Exalts His Purity beyond compare.
We darken sun and moon, and blot the day, The good Will of our Maker to obey: Till to the glory of God we pass away.
Moon and all stars I don for diadem To make me fair: I cast myself and them Before His feet, Who knows us gem from gem.
I shout before Him in my plenitude Of light and warmth, of hope and wealth and food; Ascribing all good to the Only Good.
I am God's dwelling-place,-- And also I Make His pavilion,-- Lo, we bide and fly Exulting in the Will of God Most High.
We indivisible flash forth His Fame, We thunder forth the glory of His Name, In harmony of resonance and flame.