I count the ages by the night
And never by the day
For I cannot perceive the light
Except in gentle ways
The moon is my redeemer
The moon is my befriending Jesus
His blessing glistens on my back and multiplies
It multiplies
As I regift it
To your eyes
From sun to moon to me
And to your eyes
Your eyes
With each regifting of the light
Its gentleness increases