How heavy is the night

That hangs upon our eyes,

Till Christ with his reviving light

Over our souls arise!

Our guilty spirits dread

To meet the wrath of Heav'n;

But, in his righteousness arrayed,

We see our sins forgiv'n.

Unholy and impure

Are all our thoughts and ways;

His hands infected nature cure

With sanctifying grace.

The powers of hell agree

To hold our souls in vain;

He sets the sons of bondage free,

And breaks the cursed chain

Lord, we adore thy ways

To bring us near to God;

Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,

And thine atoning blood.