Once more, a night with you, under the moon and star,
Once more, to have, to hold, no prison, steely bar.
Once more, to breathe you in, sweetest still by far,
Once more, to know your face, to love you as you are.
Enter now, His presence, what is holy, what is true,
Pure as snowflakes falling, as fresh as the virgin dew.
There, our tireless questioning, our restlessness, adieu,
For all shall come to know Him, the ancient, and the new.
The open road, the narrow way,
The grassy hills, the forest, stray.
The rocky heights, the icy sleigh,
The cool of night, the fire of day.
Find in her a refuge, this lady, warm and fair,
Eyes as pure as fire, arms, sweet tender care.
Who, this most lonesome night, with you, her deepest, share,
Lost in her, your troubles, forgotten, life’s despair.
Lo the time of resting, how soft, its gentle yield,
A touch of kindly mercy, as mist surround the field.
Prompting all to slumber, sweet kisses, eyes now sealed,
And rest until the morrow, with night, the hurting, healed.
Far above the muddied trail, that earthly things afford,
Voices gently calling, soft, their heavenly chord.
Rousing now, come, faithful, O arise then, one accord,
The company of angels, our finest hour restored.
O Mighty wind, come take me, the mountains far beyond,
Away from cares and sorrow, rescind this mortal bond.
Far above the fading earth, morning, newly dawned,
There the angels greeting, in brightness, grace adorned.