Sun so shining in the sky,
Who could place you up so high?
To give you rays of bright and gold,
That you can give light to the world?
Moon, Moon, great king of night,
Who granted you your silver light?
Made you so bright and full,
That makes the very stars look dull?
My lord, the king, the brightest light,
Biggest power, greatest might,
Shining through both day and night,
To purge our hearts to mirror bright.