Sacred Poems And Hymns

7.7.7.7

James Montgomery

Midnight.

In a land of strange delight,

My transported spirit stray'd;

I awake, where all is night,

Silence, solitude, and shade.

Is the dream of nature flown?

Is the universe destroy'd?

Man extinct, and I alone,

Breathing through the formless void?

No, my soul, in God rejoice;

Through the gloom, His light I see;

In the silence bear His voice,

And I feel His hand on me.

When I slumber in the tomb,

He will guard my resting-place,

When I wake to meet my doom,

May I see Him face to face.