While sitting in the twilight,
And thinking, Lord, of Thee,
My heart is filled with praises,
Because Thou lovest me.
I think of all Thy beauty,
Of all Thy grace and love,
That Thou hast set upon me,
Thy tender heart to prove.
Of all the depth of suffering
That crossed Thy holy soul,
When on the cross forsaken,
And sin did o’er Thee roll.
Thy Father’s face turned from Thee,
The sun his rays withheld,
While there, Thou Lord of Glory,
The power of Satan quelled.
Such love cannot be measured,
Its depths cannot be told,
Praise to Thee, gracious Saviour,
Will endless days unfold.
When on Thy throne exalted,
And evermore to reign,
This song will ring through heaven—
Christ did the victory gain.