He, watching over Israel, slumbers not, nor sleeps.
Shouldst thou, walking in grief, languish,
He will quicken thee;
He, watching over Israel, slumbers not, nor sleeps.
I waited for the Lord,
He inclined unto me, and heard my complaint.
O bless’d are thy that hope and trust in the Lord.
O how glorious is the kingdom wherein all the saints rejoice with Christ; clothed in white robes they follow the Lamb whithersoever He goeth.
See what love hath the Father bestow’d on us in his goodness,
that we should be called God’s own children.
- (Text based on 1 John iii. 1)
Sunset to sunrise changes now, for God doth make the world anew;
On the Redeemer’s thorn-crowned brow the wonders of that dawn we view.
Even though the sun withholds its light, lo! a more heavenly lamp shines here,
And from the cross on Calvary’s height gleams of eternity appear.
Here in o’erwhelming final strife the Lord of life hath victory,
And sin is slain, and death brings life, and earth inherits heaven’s key.
- Text by Clement of Alexandria (170-220);
paraphrased by Howard Chandler Robbins (1876-1952)
