Scripture Verse

You shall not be afraid of the terror of the night. Psalm 91:5


Words: Mrs. E. C. Huck­abee, in The World Ev­an­gel, ed­it­ed by Ro­bert H. Cole­man (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Am­eri­can Bap­tist Pub­lish­ing Society, 1913), num­ber 82, alt.

Music: Buck­ing­ham­shire E. C. Huck­abee, 1913 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know the au­thor or compos­er’s full name, or where to get good pho­tos of them (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Purple shadows on the mount­ains,
Drop a co­ver­let of rest,
As a hand lets down night’s cur­tain
O’er the rough and rug­ged breasts.
Dark and mur­ky are the out­lines,
Yet I know to­mor­row’s sun
Will again in beau­ty shin­eth,
Till the sha­dows are all gone.


Wait un­til the morn­ing break­eth,
Fear no more the sha­do­wy night;
Lift your bur­dened heart that ach­eth,
See the dawn­ing rays of light.

Is your heart bowed down with bur­dens,
Has the night passed o’er your soul?
O then look be­yond the mount­ains,
Know that God in Hea­ven rules.
Soon will rise the sun in splen­dor,
And your path will all be plain,
All the rough ways will be smooth­er,
If the Christ in you shall reign.


Now has come the eve of life­time,
And the pur­ple shadows fall;
May the peace of God abid­eth,
Till death’s an­gel sends his call.
Look! the light of Hea­ven shin­eth!
And the soul has found re­lease
From this shado­wy world that lieth,
Where the bur­dens ne­ver cease.