IT is dark, the night is come,
And the world is hushed and dumb;
Sleep, my darling; God is here!—
Shall I see Him, mother dear?
It is day, the sun is bright,
And the world is laid in light;
Wake, my darling, God is here!—
Shall I see Him, mother dear?
Not the day’s awakening light,
Babe, can show thee God aright;
Not the dark, that brings thee sleep,
Him can from my darling keep.
Day and night are His, to fill:
We are His, to do His will;
Do His will, and, never fear,
Thou shalt see Him, baby dear.
FAIR LADY, RARE LADY
FAIR lady, rare lady,
Light on the lea
Wandering, and pondering—
“Oh, bring him to me!”
Gallant knight, valiant knight,
Swift on the sea
Sailing, prevailing,
Thy shallop shall be!