’Twas in the Watches of the Night

’Twas in the watch­es of the night

I thought up­on Thy pow­er

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 la­bors up Thine hill

And climbs the heav’n­ly 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.

But the de­stroy­ers of my peace

Shall fret and rage in vain;

The tempt­er shall for ev­er cease

And all my sins be slain.

Thy sword shall give my foes to death

And send them down to dwell

In the dark ca­verns of the earth

Or to the dep­ths of hell.