He sets the moon in heav'n, thereby the seasons to discern: From him the sun his certain time of going down doth learn.
From heav'n's end is his going forth, circling to th' end again; And there is nothing from his heat that hidden doth remain.
When I look up unto the heav'ns, which thine own fingers fram'd, Unto the moon, and to the stars, which were by thee ordain'd;
Thine only is the day, O Lord, thine also is the night; And thou alone prepared hast the sun and shining light.