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.