Now darkness over all is spread,
No sounds the stillness break;
Oh, when shall these sad hours be fled,
Whilst I, alone, do awake?

But, no; I do not wake alone,
Alone I do not sleep,
Around me ever watcheth One
Who wakes with those who weep.

On earth it is so dark and drear,
With Him so calm and bright;
And stars above, in radiance clear
Shine there through all the night.

Tis when the lights of earth are gone
The heavenly glories shine;
When other comfort I have none,
Thy comfort, Lord, is mine.

Be still, my throbbing heart-be still!
Cast off thy weary load,
And make His holy will thy will,
And rest upon thy God.

Many a time the night hath come,
Yet still returned the day;
Many a time thy cross, thy gloom,
Ere long have passed away;

And these dark hours of anxious pain,
That now oppress thee sore,
Will also vanish soon again,
And thou shall fear no more.

For when the night hath lasted long,
We know the morn is near;
And when the trial's sharp and strong
Thy help shall soon appear.

Pastor Josephsen