Jacob’s Dream

Day had soft­ly fad­ed

In the gold­en west

Jacob

sad and lone­ly

Laid him down to rest;

Tho’ a stone his pil­low

Soon he calm­ly slept

While the stars ab­ove him

Silent vi­gil kept.

O that night at Beth­el!

Bright with joy its ho­ly beam;

There his soul up­lift­ed

Heard the voice of God in a dream.

On a won­drous lad­der

Reaching to the skies

Angel forms des­cend­ing

Filled him with sur­prise;

From its lof­ty sum­mit

Came the words di­vine:

I

the Lord

have pro­mised

Lo

this land is thine.

Far from home and kin­dred

In that lone­ly spot

God was watch­ing o’er him

Yet he knew it not;

Thus the hand whose mer­cy

Governs all our ways

Out of deep­est tri­al

Brings the high­est praise.