1 Watching, all through the weary night,
In darkness lonely and forlorn;
I hail the blessed morning light,—
Thy love is brighter than the morn!

2 Praying, but tempted and cast down,
Tried from without and from within;
I fail, and fear to lose my crown,—
Thy love is stronger than my sin!

3 Waiting to draw my dying breath,
No arm to stay, no art to save;
I shudder to belong to death,—
Thy love is deeper than the grave!

4 O Love! so bright, so deep, so strong,
When this brief span of life is o'er,
Teach me to sing the heavenly song,
And lead me to the shining shore!