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.