1. I wander through the stilly night, When solitude is everywhere. Alone, beneath the starry light And yet I know that God is there. I kneel upon the grass and pray, An answer comes without a voice. It takes my burden all away And makes my aching heart rejoice.
2. When I am filled with strong desire, And ask a boon of Him, I see No miracle of living fire But what I ask flows into me. And when the tempest rages high I feel no arm around me thrust, But every storm goes rolling by When I repose in him my trust.
3. It matters not what may befall, What threatening hand hangs over me, He is my rampart through it all, My refuge from mine enemy. Come unto him all ye deprest; Ye erring souls whose eyes are dim, Ye weary ones who long for rest, Come unto him! come unto him!