“I Will Meditate on Thee in the Night Watches.”

“My meditation of Him shall be sweet.”
YES! ’tis sweet to think of Thee,
Blessed Lord,
Thou art everything to me,
Blessed Lord;
Thou dost fill me with delight,
Through the dark and lonesome night,
As I wait the morning light,
Blessed Lord.

What are sleepless nights to me,
Blessed Lord,
When I have Thy company,
Blessed Lord;
Nothing seems too much to bear,
Pain, or sickness, grief, or care,
When I know Thy presence near,
Blessed Lord.

Ah, how lonely should I be,
Blessed Lord,
If Thou did’st not talk with me,
Blessed Lord,
When I tell Thee of my pain,
If my words were all in vain,
And Thou did’st not speak again.
Blessed Lord.

Well may I adore Thy grace,
Blessed Lord,
Long to see Thee face to face,
Blessed Lord;
There, arrayed in spotless white,
I shall walk the plains of light,
And there shall be no more night,
Blessed Lord.