When Night Descends In Sable Guise


When night descends in sable guise,
And spreads her gloom around,
To close the weary traveller’s eyes,
And rest him on the ground,

Amidst the dreary desert wide,
The wanderer faints to hear,
The wild alarm on every side,
Which speaks some danger near.

So in this wilderness of life,
Whene’er afflictions come,
We sink, as in a night of grief,
Far from our sheltering home.

The tempter’s, like a lion’s roar,
Sounds through the vale abroad,
Then let us watch, and ever more
Depend upon our God.

From every other help afar,
And left without a friend,
God is a helper ever near,
And faithful to the end.