The sun sets in the west leaving only behind

White clouds tainted red in the blue evening sky

The daytime has passed and we see it no more

For its glory is hidden ’til the coming of morn’

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So we turn to the east and we stare at the moon

Our only guarantee that the sun’s shining through

The long hours of night and the darkness that hides

All the face of the earth from the sun’s glorious light

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At times the clouds veil the moon’s face from our eyes

The reflection grows pale–our hearts’ hope starts to die

But then it breaks through the mist, though it’s clouded and dim
Giving life to our faith that the sun’s shining still

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The night draws to a close; we can see all the clues

Of the dawn’s fast approach, finally brining our proof

That hope won’t disappoint, that the Spirit can’t lie

That the light in our hearts is the glory of Christ