Oh, what is this which shines so bright,
And in the lonely place
Hangs out his small green lamp at night,
The dewy bank to grace!
It is a glow-worm, still and pale
It shines the whole night long,
When only stars, O nightingale,
Seem listening to thy song!
And so amid the world's cold night,
Through good report or ill,
Shines out the humble Christian's light,
As lonely and as still.