The greater light to rule the day,
The less to rule the night,
The burning stars on every side
Rejoicing in the height.
The lighted windows in the snow,
The embers in the grate,
The street-lights shining in the rain
Reflecting in the street.
The lighthouse on the stormy shore,
The lantern in the field,
The candle wavering in the dark,
The beacon on the hill.
He tells them all by number
And He calls them by their names,
In the hedges and the highways
And the heavens they praise His name.
The children walked in darkness
Till the Star upon them rose;
Their Light is come, and now they shine
As lights before the world.
His glory cometh down with gifts
For those both near and far,
Father of the Light eternal
And the bright and morning star.
Copyright © 2022 Elisabeth Grace Foley
