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William Cowper - Watching Unto God In The Night Season (3)
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Night! how I love thy silent shades,
My spirits they compose;
The bliss of heaven my soul pervades,
In spite of all my woes.

While sleep instils her poppy dews
In every slumbering eye,
I watch to meditate and muse,
In blest tranquillity.

And when I feel a God immense
Familiarly impart,
With every proof he can dispense,
His favour to my heart;
 
My native meanness I lament,
Though most divinely filled
With all the ineffable content
That Deity can yield.
 
His purpose and his course he keeps;
Treads all my reasonings down;
Commands me out of nature`s deeps,
And hides me in his own.
 
When in the dust, its proper place,
Our pride of heart we lay;
`Tis then a deluge of his grace
Bears all our sins away.
 
Thou whom I serve, and whose I am,
Whose influence from on high
Refines, and still refines my flame,
And makes my fetters fly;
 
How wretched is the creature`s state
Who thwarts thy gracious power;
Crushed under sin`s enormous weight,
Increasing every hour!
 
The night, when passed entire with thee,
How luminous and clear!
Then sleep has no delights for me,
Lest thou should`st disappear.
 
My Saviour! occupy me still
In this secure recess;
Let reason slumber if she will,
My joy shall not be less.
 
Let reason slumber out the night;
But if thou deign to make
My soul the abode of truth and light,
Ah, keep my heart awake!
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