Savior, When Night Involves the Skies

Savior

when night in­volves the skies

My soul

ador­ing

turns to Thee;

Thee

self abased in mor­tal guise

And wrapped in shades of death for me.

On Thee my wak­ing rap­tures dwell

When crim­son gleams the east ad­orn

Thee

Vic­tor of the grave and hell

Thee

Source of life’s eter­nal morn.

When noon her throne in light ar­rays

To Thee my soul tri­umph­ant springs;

Thee

throned in glo­ry’s end­less blaze

Thee

Lord of lords and King of kings.

O’er earth

when shades of ev­en­ing steal

To death and Thee my thoughts I give;

To death

whose pow­er I soon shall feel

To Thee

with whom I trust to live.