Scripture Verse

At midnight I will rise to give thanks unto Thee. Psalm 119:62


Thomas Ken

Words: Tho­mas Ken (1637–1711). These words were writ­ten as a mid­night hymn.

Music: Bow­en, from Franz J. Hay­dn (1732–1809) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

Franz J. Haydn


My God, I now from sleep awake,
The sole possession of me take;
From midnight terrors me secure,
And guard my heart from thoughts impure.

Blest angels, while we silent lie,
Your hallelujahs sing on high;
You joyful hymn the ever-blest,
Before the throne, and never rest.

I with your choir celestial join,
In offering up a hymn divine;
With you in Heav’n I hope to dwell,
And bid the night and world farewell.

My soul, when I shake off this dust,
Lord, in Thy arms I will entrust;
O make me Thy peculiar care,
Some mansion for my soul prepare.

Give me a place at Thy saints’ feet,
Or some fall’n angel’s vacant seat;
I’ll strive to sing as loud as they,
Who sit above in brighter day.

O may I always ready stand,
With my lamp burning in my hand;
May I in sight of Heav’n rejoice,
Whene’er I hear the Bridegroom’s voice.

All praise to Thee, in light arrayed,
Who light Thy dwelling place hast made:
A boundless ocean of bright beams
From Thy all glorious Godhead streams.

Blest Jesus, Thou on Heav’n intent,
Whole nights hast in devotion spent;
But I, frail creature, soon am tired,
And all my zeal is soon expired.

Shine on me, Lord, new life impart,
Fresh ardors kindle in my heart;
One ray of Thy all quickening light
Dispels the sloth and clouds of night.

Lord, lest the tempter me surprise,
Watch over Thine own sacrifice;
All loose, all idle thoughts cast out,
And make my very dreams devout.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow,
Praise Him all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.