When midnight darkness veils the skies,
I call your works to mind;
my thoughts in hushed devotion rise,
and sweet acceptance find
When midnight darkness veils the skies,
I call your works to mind;
my thoughts in hushed devotion rise,
and sweet acceptance find
Great is their peace who love Thy law;
How firm their souls abide!
The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
Reject it with disdain;
Yet on this Rock the Church shall rest, And envy rage in vain
Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry
And rescued from the grave;
Now shall he live; and none can die,
If God resolve to save.
The Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid
What all the sons of earth can do,
Since heav’n affords its aid
I love the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pitied every groan;
Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I’ll hasten to his throne.
What shall I render to my God
for all his kindness shown?
my feet shall visit thine abode,
my songs address thy throne
The dead no more can speak thy praise,
They dwell in silence and the grave;
But we shall live to sing thy grace,
And tell the world thy power to save.
When Israel, freed from Pharaoh’s hand
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes with cheerful homage own
Their king, and Judah was His throne
Ye that delight to serve the Lord,
The honors of His name record,
His sacred name for ever bless;
That man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law:
They that would grow divinely wise
Must with his fear begin;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies
In hating every sin.