What of the Night?
Here I am, my Father.
My heart is compelled by thee
To testify of thy mercies
How by thy word I am made free~
Rejoicing in hope to behold the morning
That soon shall rise above this night~
Behold: the world in turmoil turning;
Souls writhe in the Serpent's blight.
But here, I stand, rejoicing
Mine eyes ever upheld in hope
By Jesus Christ, my Master;
By the holy seed he sowed.
O thou rod of Jesse a-budding
Thou art the Light and life of men
Ruling in my heart, my hand
Soon to be seen of all, again~
My heart is compelled by thee
To testify of thy mercies
How by thy word I am made free~
Rejoicing in hope to behold the morning
That soon shall rise above this night~
Behold: the world in turmoil turning;
Souls writhe in the Serpent's blight.
But here, I stand, rejoicing
Mine eyes ever upheld in hope
By Jesus Christ, my Master;
By the holy seed he sowed.
O thou rod of Jesse a-budding
Thou art the Light and life of men
Ruling in my heart, my hand
Soon to be seen of all, again~
To exact vengeance on the wicked
That in holy fire they be e'er devoured~
And every dark deed cast to the flame
By the King of glory in that terrible hour.
O Father, how I love thee!
How great thy mercies be:
For in every faltering torment
In Christ thou carriest me.
This is the daystar, arising.
This is the word that gave me sight.
The King of glory cometh soon
So what, then of the night?
(~sister Abby Elizabeth)