Many Many Moons/God Is at the Anvil

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GOD IS AT THE ANVIL
God is at the anvil, beating out the sun;  Where the molten metal spills,  At His forge among the hillsHe has hammered out the glory of a day that's done.
God is at the anvil, welding golden bars;  In the scarlet-streaming flame  He is fashioning a frameFor the shimmering silver beauty of the evening stars.
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