Classic Poem

He giveth songs way in the night,
He listens when His children pray;
He makes it bright as noontide light,
He turneth darkness into day.
I heard His voice at midnight hour,
It came so sweet and tenderly:
And I, if I be lifted up,
Will surely draw all men to Me.

And I beheld Him on the Cross,
Uplifted for my guilt and sin;
Uplifted there in love divine
That He might draw all men to Him.
And I beheld Him once again,
Uplifted as the Father's Son,
Uplifted in the realms above,
A King upon a Kingly throne.

I fancied Heaven's pearly gates,
Swung wide that I might enter in;
I fancied Heaven's arches rang,
With praise for victory over sin.
And I beheld a white-robed host,
Low at His feet, adoring fall.
I heard their grand triumphant song,
He is our King, the Lord of all.

'Twas but His voice at midnight hour,
Which came so sweet and tenderly;
And I, if I be lifted up,
Will surely draw all men to me.
He gave me songs way in the night,
I felt His joy and peace within,
He led toward Heaven my fancy's flight,
That He might draw me close to Him.