The moon hath risen on highAuthor: Matthias Claudius (1782); Translator: Catherine Winkworth (1855)
Published in 3 hymnals
The moon hath risen on high,
And in the clear dark sky
The golden stars all brightly glow;
And black and hushed the woods,
While o'er the fields and floods
The white mists hover to and fro.
How still the earth! how calm!
What dear and home-like charm
From gentle twilight doth she borrow!
Like to some quiet room,
Where wrapt in still soft gloom,
We sleep away the daylight's sorrow.
Look up; the moon tonight
Shows us but half her light,
And yet we know her round and fair.
At other things how oft
We in our blindness scoffed,
Because we saw not what was there.
We haughty sons of men
Have but a narrow ken,
We are but sinners poor and weak,
Yet airy dreams we build,
And deem us wise and skilled,
And come not nearer what we seek.
Thy mercy let us see,
Nor find in vanity
Our joy; nor trust in what departs;
But true and simple grow,
And live to Thee below
With sunny pure and childlike hearts.
Let Death all gently come
At last to take us home,
And let us meet him fearlessly;
And when these bonds are riven,
O take us to Thy heaven,
Our Lord and God, to dwell with Thee.
Now in His name most blest
My brethren sink to rest;
The wind is cold, chill falls the dew.
Spare us, O God, and keep
Us safe in quiet sleep,
And all the sick and suffering too.
Source: Lyra Germanica: The Christian Year #93
|Instances (1 - 3 of 3)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|Lyra Germanica: hymns for the Sundays and chief festivals of the Christian year #229||The moon hath risen on high||The moon hath risen on high||Catherine Winkworth, 1827-1878; Matthias Claudius||1856|
|Lyra Germanica: The Christian Year #93||The moon hath risen on high||The moon hath risen on high||Claudius; Catherine Winkworth||6,6,8,6,6,8||1861|
|Songs of the Soul: gathered out of many lands and ages #30||The moon hath risen on high||The moon hath risen on high||Claudius||1880|