Many Many Moons/God Is at the Anvil
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.