Who was it made thy tiny light,
Sparkling in the darkest night—
Whose hand doth hold thee up so far,
When thou twinklest, little star?
“Twas God who made thee shine so bright,
The God who gave me life and light,
And though you’re beautiful, bright star,
Yet God cloth love me, better far.
For Jesus spoke the word, and thou
Didst shine at first, as thou Bost now;
But, O! this Jesus died for me,
And thus God loves me more than thee.
And though thou lookest bright and free,
Thou wilt wax old, and changed shalt be;
But God shall make me brighter far
When thou art faded, twinkling star
“The heavens are the works of Thine hands....They shall wax old as doth a garment ... and they shall be changed.” Heb. 1:10-12; Psa. 102:25, 26.
ML 12/01/1940