John Brownlie (trans.) · 87 of 89

Death's dark and moonless night

I Death's dark and moonless night, Me, unprepared, o'ertakes; Lord, send Thy mercy while my soul Its fearful journey makes; Let not a spirit of dismay Depress me on the awful way.

II Lo, vain my life hath been, And full of deadly cares; Now these prevent my anxious soul, And lay their bitter snares; Let not a spirit of dismay Depress me on the awful way.

III The number of my sins, Lord, let it not exceed The fulness of Thy mercy great, To overtake my need; Nor let a spirit of dismay Depress me on the awful way.

IV For now they lead me hence,— They gird me round about; Rebellion stirs within my soul, 'Mid awful pangs of doubt;— Let not a spirit of dismay Depress me on the awful way.

V In my affliction, Lord, No comfort can I find; Be Thou my comfort in my woe, Who art exceeding kind; Let not a spirit of dismay Depress me on the awful way.