In silence of the voiceless night,

When chased by dreams, the slumbers flee,

Whom, in the darkness, do I seek,

O God, but thee?

2 And if there weigh upon my breast,

Vague memories of the day foregone,

Scarce knowing why, I fly to thee,

And lay them down.

3 Or, if it be the gloom that comes,

In token of impending ill,

My bosom heeds not what it is,

Since ’tis thy will.

4 For, O! in spite of constant care,

Or aught beside, how joyfully

I pass that solitary hour,

My God, with thee!

5 More tranquil than the stilly night,

More peaceful than that voiceless hour,

Supremely blest, my bosom lies

Beneath thy power.

6 For what on earth can I desire,

Of all it hath to offer me?

Or whom in heaven do I seek,

O God, but thee?