’Tis a calm, still night,
With the moon’s pale light
Shining soft ov­er hill and vale;
But my heart, mute with grief,
Looks up for re­lief,
And a friend I in Je­sus hail.

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O Je­sus! dear Je­sus! dear Je­sus, hail!
Now my ach­ing bosom has balm for woe,
As I pass through life’s lone­ly vale.

O the cheek that glowed,
As the rose tint blowed,
See the hand of dis­ease turn pale;
And the death damp falls now,
On my fe­vered brow,
Yet a friend I in Je­sus hail.

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With Him I’ll be blest,
In the land of rest,
When my heart and my flesh shall fail;
When this dust li­eth low,
I to Heav’n shall go,
And a friend in my Je­sus hail.

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When o’er my grave,
Flowers gent­ly wave,
As the stream rip­ples through the vale,
Then with an­gels I’ll sing,
And make Hea­ven ring,
As a friend I in Je­sus hail.

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