I

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.

II

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.

III

When fails the light at sunset gray,

And twilight listens for my song—

This know the stars—in bright array

My praises mingle with their throng.