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.
Night.
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.
Day.
I shout before Him in my plenitude
Of light and warmth, of hope and wealth and food;
Ascribing all good to the Only Good.
Light and Darkness.
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.
Lightning and Thunder.
We indivisible flash forth His Fame,
We thunder forth the glory of His Name,
In harmony of resonance and flame.