John Brownlie (trans.) · 13 of 130

I: When darkness falls, and night is here

When darkness falls, and night is here, My hymns of praise in silence rise,-- This knows the moon, whose silver sphere Shines in the star bespangled skies.

When morning breaks, and glorious day Shines in the dawn and noontide fair,-- This knows the sun--a grateful lay Springs from my heart in fervent prayer,

When fails the light at sunset grey, And twilight listens for my song,-- This know the stars,--in bright array, My praises mingle with their throng.