The wondrous lights of stary heaven
Proclaim your works O Lord.
The firey nomad of the skies
That sees and knowest all,
Causes the days and nights to pass
Also the spring and fall.
Everlasting and clear
Is the fear of the Lord,
Refreshing and perfect his laws.
To dull-witted fools
comes wisdom and light
Flowing surely from his tell.
As judge and commander
More worth He than jewels,
Showing the righteous path well.
Greatly enriched those
Who these things to posses
No less are they
Than nature's sweet
Fresh from the honeycomb pressed,
For he that resides in the light of the Lord
By so doing is greatly blessed
And by virtue are they self-reward.
From me my stealthy faults remove
That I may stand true in Your light,
Approve you too
Of my wandering thoughts
And spoken words also,
O Lord God my redeemer!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem