"Now hath the sun withdrawn his light,
	Now every friend is gone,
And on this dark and dreadful night
	I here am left alone.
		Friendless and dark, I need not fear,
		I know, my God, that Thou art near.

"Mine enemies their plot have laid,
	And I perforce must wait,
For every hour their blows are stayed
	May make those blows too late.
		Their plots, their blows, I need not fear.
		I know, my God, that Thou art near.

"And now approach the murderous band,
	I hear their threatening tread,
Their cunning chief his last command
	In muttered tones has said.
		That band, that chief, I need not fear,
		I know, my God, that Thou art near.

"And now I hear their swords unsheath,
	Their work will soon be o'er,
I know the quenchless hate they breath,
	Their hand is on the door.
		Their swords, their hate, I do not fear,
		I know, my God, that Thou art near."