In the si­lent mid­night,
Homeless and alone,
Jacob slept awea­ry
Pillowed on a stone.
Far from all who loved him
Was the wan­d’rer then,
Faring forth to la­bor
In the world of men.

Then what sud­den glo­ries
Flashed across his dream!
Heav’nly splen­dors break­ing
Over hill and stream;
Down from heights of glo­ry,
Through the won­der­ing air
Angels, count­less an­gels,
Thronged the gol­den stair.

In the so­lemn mid­night,
Jacob woke from sleep,
God was close be­side him
In the si­lent deep;
Through the mis­ty morn­ing
Soon he must de­part,
With the heav’n­ly vi­sion
Bright with­in his heart.

We must take our jour­ney
To the land un­known,
We may fail in cou­rage,
Homeless and alone:
Angel hosts to guard us,
God in Heav’n ab­ove:
And we dare not fal­ter
If we trust His love.