The night's serene pavilion stands,
And many cressets hang on high
Against its arching canopy.
Peace to His children God hath sent,
We are at peace within His tent.
Who knows without these guarded doors
What wind across the desert roars?
The night's serene pavilion stands,
And many cressets hang on high
Against its arching canopy.
Peace to His children God hath sent,
We are at peace within His tent.
Who knows without these guarded doors
What wind across the desert roars?