Dews of the Night

Behold where He stands at the door of thy heart

O sin­ner

awake ere thy Sav­ior de­part;

He calls thee in mer­cy from dark­ness to light

His locks are all wet with the dew of the night;

Long

long He has tar­ried

and wilt thou re­fuse

The path­way of life and sal­va­tion to choose?

On Je­sus thy sins and trans­gress­ions are laid

Remember the gar­den

where lone­ly He prayed;

While stars at His ang­uish with­drew their pale light

His locks were all wet with the dew of the night;

A lamb to the slaugh­ter

the Sav­ior was led

He suf­fered in meek­ness

He lang­uished and bled.

Reject Him no long­er

ad­mit Him

thy guest

To bring thee re­demp­tion

to of­fer thee rest;

He comes from the man­sions of glo­ry so bright

His locks are all wet with the dew of the night;

Oh

wash in the fount­ain

still flow­ing for thee

Whose wa­ters are bound­less

eter­nal

and free.