Oh night, thou hidest my God from me;
In thy dark shades I cannot see.
Where can I run from thee to'escape?
Where e'er I run I find but thee.
Slumber doth my eyelids lade
And memories of my Savior fade.
And nowhere in thy dark estate
Is there a peaceful glen or glade.
But when is most extreme my plight
Then Lo! I see a flick'ring light!
My Savior God at last appears,
And darkness then must take it's flight.
For my God in darkness dwells,
All the world His Kingdom tells.
The light becomes a pillar of fire,
E'en at night, then, all is well.
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