I LOVE the starlit night,
When all is still;
I love to climb the height
Of some lone hill;
Thence upward gaze,
And watch the rays
Of the bright orbs, that heaven's vast concave fill.
I hear their mighty voice
In my soul's ear;
It bids my heart rejoice
That God is here:
Who spake-'t was done-
Moon, stars, and sun,
To praise His glorious name in heaven appear.
The same almighty power
That holds them all,
Preserves my feet each hour,
From snare and fall:
A worm of dust,
In Him I trust,
And Him my "Abba Father" humbly call.
I love the starlit night,
It tells of Him,
Born as my soul's sure light
At Bethlehem;
With longing eyes,
I watch to rise,
“The Morning Star," when I shall be with Him.