How Heavy Is the Night

How hea­vy is the night

That hangs up­on our eyes

Till Christ

with His re­viv­ing light

Over our souls arise!

Our guil­ty spir­its dread

To meet the wrath of Heav­en:

But in His right­eous­ness ar­rayed

We see our sins for­giv­en.

Unholy and im­pure

Are all our thoughts and ways;

His hands in­fect­ed na­ture cure

With sanc­ti­fy­ing grace.

The pow­ers of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain;

He sets the sons of bond­age free

And breaks th’ac­curs­èd chain.

Lord

we ad­ore Thy ways

To bring us near to God;

Thy sov­er­eign power

Thy heal­ing grace

And Thine aton­ing blood.