Poems (Shipton)/Midnight
For works with similar titles, see Midnight.
MIDNIGHT.
"In ray distress I called upon the Lord, and cried unto my God: He heard my voice out of His temple, and my cry came before Him, even into His ears."—Psalm xviii. 6.
In the deep stillness of this silent hour,
Christ, thy peace impart;
Now, as around the shades of darkness lower,
Speak to my troubled heart.
Thy voice alone the doubts of day can banish,
They own Thy sweet control;
And with the midnight of the earth doth vanish
The midnight of my soul.
Christ, thy peace impart;
Now, as around the shades of darkness lower,
Speak to my troubled heart.
Thy voice alone the doubts of day can banish,
They own Thy sweet control;
And with the midnight of the earth doth vanish
The midnight of my soul.
Oh! let me rise again, with all things rising,
Glad, grateful for Thy light;
Thy precious promises, Thy love more prizing,
For the deep gloom of night.
Lighten mine eyes, that so my soul may reckon
The stars the darkness brings,
And to a deathless morn the Sun may beckon
With healing in His wings.
Glad, grateful for Thy light;
Thy precious promises, Thy love more prizing,
For the deep gloom of night.
Lighten mine eyes, that so my soul may reckon
The stars the darkness brings,
And to a deathless morn the Sun may beckon
With healing in His wings.