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| THE MOON is risen, beaming, | |
| The golden stars are gleaming | |
| So brightly in the skies; | |
| The hushed, black woods are dreaming, | |
| The mists, like phantoms seeming, | 5 |
| From meadows magically rise. | |
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| How still the world reposes, | |
| While twilight round it closes, | |
| So peaceful and so fair! | |
| A quiet room for sleeping, | 10 |
| Into oblivion steeping | |
| The day’s distress and sober care. | |
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| Look at the moon so lonely! | |
| One half is shining only, | |
| Yet she is round and bright; | 15 |
| Thus oft we laugh unknowing | |
| At things that are not showing, | |
| That still are hidden from our sight. | |
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| We, with our proud endeavour, | |
| Are poor vain sinners ever, | 20 |
| There’s little that we know. | |
| Frail cobwebs we are spinning, | |
| Our goal we are not winning, | |
| But straying farther as we go. | |
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| God, make us see Thy glory, | 25 |
| Distrust things transitory, | |
| Delight in nothing vain! | |
| Lord, here on earth stand by us, | |
| To make us glad and pious, | |
| And artless children once again! | 30 |
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| Grant that, without much grieving, | |
| This world we may be leaving | |
| In gentle death at last. | |
| And then do not forsake us, | |
| But into heaven take us, | 35 |
| Lord God, oh, hold us fast! | |
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| Lie down, my friends, reposing, | |
| Your eyes in God’s name closing. | |
| How cold the night-wind blew! | |
| Oh God, Thine anger keeping, | 40 |
| Now grant us peaceful sleeping, | |
| And our sick neighbour too. | |
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