Sand and Stars

SHINES the moon, the stars are glowing,

The night sweeps on o’er hill and plain;

In the tattered book before me

I read, and read them once again.

Ancient words of promise holy,

And loud at last they speak to me

“As the stars of heaven—my people

And as the sand beside the sea.”

Lord Almighty Thou hast spoken,

Unchanging is Thy holy will,

Ev’rything at Thy commandment

His own appointed place shall fill.

Yes, dear Lord, we’re sand and pebbles,

We’re scattered, underfoot and trod,

But the stars, the bright and sparkling,

The stars, the stars,—where are they, God?