WHO made the stars, I wonder,
That twinkle in the sky,
And peep behind my window blind;
To watch me as I lie?
Who holds them in their places,
So that they cannot fall;
Who keeps them bright, all through the night,
And makes them shine for all?
I love to see them sparkle,
When I have gone to bed
Just when the sun his work has done,
And I good-night have said.
They look so kind and peaceful,
And seem to talk to me;
And when I sleep a watch they keep,
Till morn again I see.
I know, I know who made them,
And holds them in the sky;
I know His name, and that He came
To suffer and to die!
His precious name is—JESUS!
But now in heav'n He lives;
He lights each star to shine afar,
To each its pathway gives.
And Jesus is my Savior;
How much to Him I owe!
Himself He gave my soul to save,
Because He loved me so
Oh! soon He's coming for me,
"The Bright and Morning Star."
His face I'll see, and with Him be,
Where "many mansions" are.
W. L.