Charles H. Spurgeon on Psalms 19:1

"The firmament sheweth his handiwork" —

The glitt'ring stars

By the deep ear of meditation heard,

Still in their midnight watches sing of him.

He nods a calm. The tempest blows his wrath:

The thunder is his voice; and the red flash

His speedy sword of justice. At his touch

The mountains flame. He shakes the solid earth,

And rocks the nations. Nor in these alone —

In ev'ry common instance God is seen. James Thompson.

These are thy glorious works, Parent of good,

Almighty! Thine this universe frame,

Thus wondrous fair; Thyself how wondrous then!

Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens

To us invisible, or dimly seen

In these thy lowest works; yet these declare

Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. John Milton.