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The moon has but a borrowed light,
A faint and feeble ray;
She owes her beauty to the night,
And hides herself by day.
No cheering warmth her beam conveys,
Though pleasing to behold;
We might upon her brightness gaze
Till we were starved with cold.
Just such is all the light to man
Which reason can impart;
It cannot show one object plain,
Nor warm the frozen heart.
Thus moonlight views of truths divine
To many fatal prove;
For what avail in gifts to shine,
Without a spark of love?
The gospel, like the sun at noon,
Affords a glorious light;
Then fallen reason’s boasted moon
Appears no longer bright.
And grace, not light alone, bestows,
But adds a quick’ing pow’r;
The desert blossoms like the rose,
And sin prevails no more.
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Meter:
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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Bible Refs:
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Is 35:1; 1 Co 13:1;
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