The Sun and Moon must make their haste --

The Sun and Moon must make their haste -- The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned --

His Eye, it is the East and West -- The North and South when He Do concentrate His Countenance Like Glow Worms, flee away --

Oh Poor and Far -- Oh Hindred Eye That hunted for the Day -- The Lord a Candle entertains Entirely for Thee --