The sky vast,
The clouds part.
The stars do not slack,
The multitude is an art.

In perfect rhythm existing,
Designed to be just as they are.
Nothing lacking, nothing missing,
Ever being their part.

High up in the sky,
Untouchable and far away.
Yet, they meet the eye
And cause you to believe and pray.

For the One who holds the stars in the sky
Is the same who holds me and you.
The one who governs when they shine
Is the same who governs when we shine in His truth.

Though He is from everlasting to everlasting,
He knows the very hour which we will shine the most.
Just like the stars, we have a place where nothing is lacking,
If only we keep Him in heart and only in Him do we boast.

The world vast,
The sinfulness parts.
The love of God does not slack,
The mysteries of our Lord is an art.