Lord, When We Have Not Any Light

Lord

when we have not any light

And mo­thers are asleep;

Then through the still­ness of the night

Thy lit­tle child­ren keep.

When sha­dows haunt the qui­et room

Help us to un­der­stand

That Thou art with us through the gloom

To hold us by the hand.

And though we do not al­ways see

The ho­ly an­gels near

O may we trust our­selves to Thee

Nor have one fool­ish fear.

So in the morn­ing may we wake

When wakes the kind­ly sun

More lov­ing for our Fa­ther’s sake

To each un­lov­ing one.