When the clouds of affliction have ga­thered,
And hidden each star from my sight,
I know if I turn to my Fa­ther,
I know if I turn to my Fa­ther,
Sweetest songs, sweet­est songs,
Sweetest songs He will give in the night.

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Songs in the night, songs in the night,
Oh, how pre­cious the songs in the night!
My heart run­neth ov­er,
For the songs He doth send in the night.

Oh, how dear are those mes­sag­es to me!
No need then to cry in af­fright;
My heart grow­eth strong as I list­en,
My heart grow­eth strong as I list­en
To the songs, to the songs,
To the songs He doth send in the night.

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And when morn breaks at last in its splen­dor,
And sor­row is changed to de­light,
Oh, still would I ev­er re­mem­ber,
Oh, still would I ever re­mem­ber,
All the songs, all the songs,
All the songs that were sent in the night.

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