Can my soul find rest from sor­row,
Can my sins for­giv­en be,
Must I wait un­til to­mor­row
Ere my Sav­ior speaks to me?
Will He speak in words of kind­ness?
Will He wash away my sin?
Will He lift this veil of blind­ness,
And re­move this dead­ly pain?

O, the dark­ness, how it thick­ens,
Like the brood­ing of des­pair!
And my soul with­in me sick­ens—
God, in mer­cy, hear my pray­er!
Give me but a hope to cher­ish,
Give me just one ray of light,
Help me, save me, or I per­ish,
Take aw­ay this aw­ful night!

Now He Hears me, He will save me,
I be­hold His shin­ing face,
Hear Him whis­per He will have me—
O, the mir­acle of grace!
I will joy to tell the sto­ry
How He com­eth from above—
Fills my soul, O glo­ry, glo­ry!
With the bless­ings of His love.