Twas in the watches of the night I thought upon Thy pow'r; I kept Thy lovely face in sight, Amid the darkest hour. While I lay resting on my bed, My soul arose on high; My God, my life, my hope, I said, Bring Thy salvation nigh. I strive to mount Thy holy hill; I walk the heav'nly road, Thy glories all my spirit fill, While I commune with God.