It is dark, the night is come,
And the world is hushed and dumb;
Sleep, my darling; God is here!--
_Shall I see Him, mother dear?_
It is day, the sun is bright,
And the world is laid in light;
Wake, my darling, God is here!--
_Shall I see Him, mother dear?_
Not the day’s awakening light,
Babe, can show thee God aright;
Not the dark, that brings thee sleep,
Him can from my darling keep.
Day and night are His, to fill:
We are His, to do His will;
Do His will, and, never fear,
_Thou shalt see Him, baby dear_.
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