While Many Cry, in Nature’s Night

While ma­ny cry

in Na­ture’s night

Ah! who will show the way to bliss?

Lord

lift on us Thy sav­ing light;

We seek no other guide than this.

Gladness Thy sacr­ed pre­sence brings

More than the joy­ful reap­er knows;

Or he who treads the grapes

and sings

While with new wine his vat o’er­flows.

In peace I lay me down to sleep;

Thine arm

O Lord

shall stay my head

Thine an­gel spread his tent

and keep

His mid­night watch around my bed.