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The Book of Praise,
Day without night the Angels sing, Nor rest upon the drooping wing ; Teaching our souls betimes to ascend, Where hallelujahs never end.
David awaked his harp and voice, And all within him, to rejoice, God's love to praise at morning light, And tell of all His truth at night.
Jacob in prayer nocturnal strove ;
No stern repulse his prayer could move :
In vain the Angel-man did say,
" Dismiss Me ; for 'tis break of day !"
See how, in galling fetters laid, At midnight Paul and Silas pray'd ; Their gory wounds still smarting sore, And cold the prison's rugged floor.
They sang the praises of the Lord ; So loud they sang, the prisoners heard : And yet they thought that death was nigh ; And clouds obscured their morning sky.
How shall I then Thy praise decline, When health, and friends, and home are mine t My dawn of day is clear and calm ; No foes oppress, no fears alarm.
Are these Thy mercies, Lord, to me ? O ! let me then Thy servant be ! Submitting to Thy just control, And loving Thee with all my soul. |
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