There Is an Eye That Never Sleeps

There is an eye that nev­er sleeps

Beneath the wing of night;

There is an ear that nev­er shuts

When sink the beams of light.

There is an arm that nev­er tires

When hu­man strength gives way;

There is a love that nev­er fails

When earth­ly loves de­cay.

That eye is fixed on ser­aph throngs;

That arm up­holds the sky;

That ear is filled with an­gel songs;

That love is throned on high.

But there’s a pow­er which man can wield

When mor­tal aid is vain

That eye

that arm

that love to reach

That list­en­ing ear to gain.

That pow­er is pray­er

which soars on high

Through Je­sus

to the throne

And moves the hand which moves the world

To bring sal­va­tion down.