When in the night I meditate,
On mercies multiplied,
My grateful heart inspires my tongue
To bless the Lord, my guide.

Forever in my thought the Lord
Before my face shall stand,
Secure, unmoved, I shall remain,
With Him at my right hand.

My inmost being thrills with joy
And gladness fills my breast;
Because on Him my trust is stayed,
My flesh in hope shall rest.

I know that I shall not be left
Forgotten in the grave,
And from corruption, Thou, O Lord,
Thy Holy One wilt save.

The path of life Thou showest me;
Of joy a boundless store
Is ever found at Thy right hand,
And pleasures ev­er­more.