Jesus Hail

’Tis a calm

still night

With the moon’s pale light

Shining soft ov­er hill and vale;

But my heart

mute with grief

Looks up for re­lief

And a friend I in Je­sus hail.

O Je­sus! dear Je­sus! dear Je­sus

hail!

Now my ach­ing bo­som has balm for woe

As I pass through life’s lone­ly vale.

O the cheek that glowed

As the rose tint blowed

See the hand of dis­ease turn pale;

And the death damp falls now

On my fev­ered brow

Yet a friend I in Je­sus hail.

With Him I’ll be blest

In the land of rest

When my heart and my flesh shall fail;

When this dust li­eth low

I to Heav’n shall go

And a friend in my Je­sus hail.

When o’er my grave

Flowers gent­ly wave

As the stream rip­ples through the vale

Then with an­gels I’ll sing

And make Heav­en ring

As a friend I in Je­sus hail.