The moon is very fair and bright,
And seems so very high;
I think it is a pretty sight
To see it in the sky;
It shone upon me as I lay
Until ‘twas almost bright as day.
The stars are very pretty, too,
And scattered all about;
At first there seem a very few,
But soon the rest come out;
I’m sure I could not count them all,
They are so very bright and small.
The sun is brighter still than they,
He blazes in the skies;
I dare not turn my face that way,
Unless I shut mine eyes;
Yet when he shines, our hearts revive,
And all the trees rejoice and thrive.
Christ made and keeps them every one
By His great power and might;
He is more glorious than the sun
And all the stars of light;
Yet, though so great, we, by His grace
Made pure in heart, shall see His face.
ML 05/17/1936