Humbly I bow before thy sovereign power;
Sadly I own thy all-unequalled might
To calm weak mortal in his darkest hour:
Spreading thy robe o’er all the mass of care,
Thou bidd’st the sorrowful no more despair.
When high in heaven thou bidd’st thy torches shine,
Casting on earth a holy, peaceful light,
My heart adores thee in thy calm divine,
Is soothed by thee, O hope-inspiring Night!
All anxious thoughts, all evil bodings fly;