With golden stars that shine so finely there on high.
Thou hast laid the foundations of the earth immense,
Its naked plains lie covered with Thy herbage dense.
The seas abide within their shores by Thy command,
For they dare not outside the drafted bounds expand;
The days and eves observe their timing all year round;
And all the brooks and streams in water now abound.
By Thy decree, all sundry flowers in Spring are born,
Likewise a grain-ear wreath shall Summer’s head adorn.
Fresh wine and varied apples Autumn doth beget.