Midnight

In a land of strange delight,
My transported spirit stray'd;
I awake, where all is night,
Silence, solitude, and shade.

Is the dream of nature flown?
Is the universe destroy'd?
Man extinct, and I alone,
Breathing through the formless void?

No, my soul, in God rejoice;
Through the gloom, His light I see;
In the silence bear His voice,
And I feel His hand on me.

When I slumber in the tomb,
He will guard my resting-place,
When I wake to meet my doom,
May I see Him face to face.