IW
Verse 1
How heavy is the night
That hangs upon our eyes,
Till Christ with his reviving light,
Over our souls arise!
Verse 2
Our guilty spirits dread
To meet the wrath of heaven
But, in his righteousness array’d,
We see our sins forgiven.
Verse 3
Unholy and impure
Are all our thoughts and ways;
His hands infected nature cure
With sanctifying grace.
Verse 4
The powers of hell agree
To hold our souls in vain;
He sets the sons of bondage free,
And breaks the cursed chain.
Verse 5
Lord, we adore thy ways
To bring us near to God,
Thy sovereign power, thy healing grace,
And thine atoning blood.
Isaac Watts, “How Heavy Is the Night”