Night Hymn

Darkness falls up­on our path­way

Nature’s eyes are closed in sleep;

Phantom ships in noise­less mo­tion

Rock upon the qui­et deep.

Gracious Fa­ther

guard our slum­bers

May our wak­ing thoughts be pure;

Pure be­cause these frail clay ves­sels

Rested in Thine arms se­cure.

Light in dark­ness

joy in sor­row

Peace in trou­ble

love in fear;

These the fruits of Thy sweet Spir­it

Naught alarms when Thou art near.

Thus our days are filled with glad­ness

Thus our nights de­void of gloom

Though per­chance a touch of sad­ness

Comes

en­rich­ing love’s per­fume.