1 How heavy is the night That hangs upon our eyes, Till Christ with his reviving light, Over our souls arise!
2 Our guilty spirits dread To meet the wrath of heaven But, in his righteousness array'd, We see our sins forgiven.
3 Unholy and impure Are all our thoughts and ways; His hands infected nature cure With sanctifying grace.
4 The powers of hell agree To hold our souls in vain; He sets the sons of bondage free, And breaks the cursed chain.
5 Lord, we adore thy ways To bring us near to God, Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace, And thine atoning blood.