How Beautiful The Setting Sun

 HOW BEAUTIFUL THE SETTING SUN

How beautiful the setting sun!
The clouds, how spritely play!
The stars, appearing one by one.
How beautiful are they!

And when the moon climbs up the sky,
And sheds her gentle light,
And hangs her crystal lamp on high.
How beautiful is night!

And can it be, that I'm possessed
Of something brighter far?
Glows there a light within this breast,
Out-shining every star?

Yes, should the sun and stars turn pale.
The mountains melt away,
This flame within shall never fail,
But live in endless day.