Oh, the beauty of the moonlight,
As it glistens in the night;
Reflected by the waves,
As they catch a bit of light;
As they toss the moonbeams to me
Across the wide expanse,
The light that’s wafting from above
Is all the more enhanced.

Oh, Lord, as these waves
Are guided by Your hand,
And as they toss the moonbeams
Until they light the land;
Let me catch the light of Heaven
And send it on its way,
That I may glorify Your name
Through all I do and say.

©1974 Michael S. Davis