In the silent midnight,
homeless and lone,
Jacob slept aweary
pillowed on a stone.
Far from all who loved him
was the wanderer then,
faring forth to labor
in the world of men.
Then what sudden glories
flashed across his dream!
Heavenly splendors breaking
over hill and stream;
down from heights of glory,
through the wandering air,
angels, countless angels,
thronged the golden stair.
In the solemn midnight
Jacob woke from sleep,
God was close beside him
in the silent deep:
through the misty morning
soon he must depart,
with the heavenly vision
bright within his heart.
We must take our journey
to the land unknown,
we may fail in courage,
homeless and alone:
angel-hosts to guard us,
God in heaven above:
and we dare not falter
if we trust his love. |
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