The night is long, but long Thy mercies are; The night is dark, but oh, Thy face is bright! Through heavy clouds Thy love breaks like a star, And lays a benediction on the night. The weary watches lose their weariness As I take thought -- too tardy thought -- of Thee, And all the dreary burdens that oppress, Thy pity lifts, and leaves my spirit free. How good Thou art, unutterably kind! How patient, endless patient with Thy child! And I to all Thy loveliness how blind, Against Thy waiting pureness how defiled! Amid these friendly darknesses I creep Ashamed and worn to Thine enfolding arms; Thy pardon gathers round me like a sleep, Thy tender broodings comfort my alarms. The day is coming. What it coldly brings I know not, and no longer do I care. Deep in my heart my Father's blessing sings, And all His nights, and all His days, are fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND by THOMAS CAMPBELL A SUMMER'S NIGHT by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR WHEN THE FROST IS ON THE PUNKIN by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY TO WAKEN AN OLD LADY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA AN ASSURANCE by NICHOLAS BRETON BACH'S ORGAN WORKS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |