Oh, the songs of night, the songs of night,
Breaking forth from the children of fadeless light
As they journey along through this poor sad world

Beneath God's banner of love unfurled !
Singing with joy as they pass along
Their Master's praise in cheerful song.

Surrounded by foes on every side,
Safe in His presence do they abide,
Knowing their weakness as on they go,
And the mighty power of their wily foe;
Yet the everlasting arm, so strong,
Safe, and secure, doth bear them on.

I hear them singing, with beaming face,
Of the Father's love and the Savior's grace ;
I see them toiling with heart and hand
As they journey on to the glory-land;
Their hearts are cheered, through the toil and strife,
By His love that brightens the darkest night.

Sing on, ye children of heavenly light,
Let your songs resound through the world's dark night;

Tell of redemption through the blood-
Of Him who hath our surety stood-
The priceless gift of eternal love,
The precious, peerless Christ of God.

Oh, the songs of night, these songs of night,
That we never can learn in our home of light,
Where all shall be changed from faith to sight,
When forever with Jesus in glory bright;
Then past forever-each weary sigh
All hushed-in His presence eternally.

No toil to mar-'no grief or care,
Naught to sever can enter there ;
There, all at home, one family
In the Father's glorious home on high,
With adoring hearts we shall love to trace
The wonders of God's perfect grace.

Songs of the night, bright witnesses ye
Of the Spirit that leadeth your melody ;
Not the trumpet-sound, or the noisy drum,
But the heart's deep joy as we're pressing on,
And deeper the joy the more we learn
His love, who maketh our heart to burn.

Songs of redeemed which the Spirit awakes,
Sung in the prison, sung at the stake,
Sung by the mother amidst her home-cares,
Sung by the people of God every where ;
The rich and the poor, the high and the low,
All sing these songs wherever they go.

And the night is made glad with these songs
of the day,
For the love of our Father doth ever display;
If we sleep or wake-it's unceasing care :
There's none can harm, and nothing to fear.

Oh, well may we sing as we journey on
To the home of everlasting song,-
The home of eternal bloom-where we
Shall see the One who for us did die,
Who hath redeemed us with His blood,
And brought us to His Father, God.

C.G.C.