Psalm 148: 1-4

I worked beneath a clouded sun

Through all the afternoon

Then wearily I sat to rest

Beneath the waxing moon

And as I nestled in the shade

Of the approaching night

I recognized a song of praise

Born of that silken light

The moon and stars raised up their voice

To offer God their praise

And I, I joined them in their song

Beneath their joyful gaze.

Psalm 148: 1-4

 ¹ Praise the LORD

   Praise the LORD from the heavens;
   praise him in the heights above.
² Praise him, all his angels;
   praise him, all his heavenly hosts.
³ Praise him, sun and moon;
   praise him, all you shining stars.
⁴ Praise him, you highest heavens
   and you waters above the skies.