When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained,

Praise Him, sun and moon; Praise Him, all you stars of light!

Then He brought him outside and said, "Look now toward heaven, and count the stars if you are able to number them." And He said to him, "So shall your descendants be."

Lift up your eyes on high, And see who has created these [things,] Who brings out their host by number; He calls them all by name, By the greatness of His might And the strength of [His] power; Not one is missing.