AT midnight hour, O Lord, I wake,
     To think upon Thy name;
To call to mind Thy gracious acts,
     And all Thy praise, proclaim;
And though no friendly ray should shine,
Nor single eye should wake, but mine,
My spirit knows no startling fear,
Convinced that Thou, my God, art near.

Thou, in my time of deep distress,
     Didst aid me, from on high;
Didst wipe the starting tear, away,
     And still the bursting sigh:
Life cannot throw so deep a gloom,
There is no darkness in the tomb,
Can e'er disturb my breast with fear,
For Thou, my God, wilt still be near.

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