1 ’Tis a calm, still night,
With the moon’s pale light
Shining soft over hill and vale;
But my heart, mute with grief,
Looks up for relief,
And a friend I in Jesus hail.

Refrain:
O Jesus! dear Jesus! dear Jesus, hail!
Now my aching bosom has balm for woe,
As I pass through life’s lonely vale.

2 O the cheek that glowed,
As the rose tint blowed,
See the hand of disease turn pale;
And the death damp falls now,
On my fevered brow,
Yet a friend I in Jesus hail. [Refrain]

3 With Him I’ll be blest,
In the land of rest,
When my heart and my flesh shall fail;
When this dust lieth low,
I to Heav’n shall go,
And a friend in my Jesus hail. [Refrain]

4 When o’er my grave,
Flowers gently wave,
As the stream ripples through the vale,
Then with angels I’ll sing,
And make Heaven ring,
As a friend I in Jesus hail. [Refrain]