John Newton, on the eclipse of the moon, July 30, 1776, from Olney Hymns, vol. 2, hymn 85
The moon in silver glory shone,|
And not a cloud in sight;
When suddenly a shade begun
To intercept her light.
2. How fast across her orb it spread,
3. While many with unmeaning eye
4. Fain would my thankful heart and lips
5. Thy peoples guilt, a heavy load!|
When standing in their room
Deprived thee of the light of God,
And filled thy soul with gloom.
6. How punctually eclipses move,
7. Dark, like the moon without the sun,
8. But lo! the hour draws near apace,
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