Blessing there the Paschal moon,
And longing, as she pass’d her noon,
To see her silver melt away,
In all the golden glow of day!
XC.
Think of those who watch’d the dawn,
Pilgrims, o’er the desert drawn,
Round the Sepulchre afar,
Where the turban’d Paynims are!
Think, who, there, His love to shew,