The Moon

Not long ago the moon was dark,
No light she gave or gained ;
She did not look upon the sun,
So all her glory waned.
Now through the sky so broad and high,
In robe of shining whiteness,
Among the solemn stars of God,
She walks in brightness.

Look up to Him who is the Sun,
The true and Only Light,
And seek the glory of His face,
His smile so dear and bright
Then making gladness all around,
By gentleness and Tightness,
You, too, shall shine with light divine,
And walk in brightness.