‘Twas in the watches of the night
I thought upon thy pow’r,
I kept thy lovely face in sight
Amidst the darkest hour.

My flesh lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high:
‘My God, my life, my hope,’ I said,
‘Bring thy salvation nigh.’

My spirit labours up thine hill,
And climbs the heavenly road;
But thy right hand upholds me still,
While I pursue my God.

Thy mercy stretches o’er my head
The shadow of thy wings;
My heart rejoices in thine aid,
My tongue awakes and sings.