On Love's watchful eyelid creep:
Never yet could gloomy Night
Damp His Eye's immortal light:
Love is His own Day, and sees
Whatsoe'er Himself doth please:
Love His piercing look can dart
Thro' the shades of my dark heart,
And read plainer far than I
All the spots which there do lie.
Pardon then what thou dost see,
Mighty Love, in wretched me:
Let the sweet wrath of Thy ray
Chide my sinful Night to Day;
To the blesséd Day of Grace
Whose dear East smiles in Thy Face.
So no Powers of Darkness shall
In this Night my soul appal;
So shall I the sounder sleep,
'Cause my heart awake I keep;
Meekly waiting upon Thee,
Whilst Thou deign'st to watch for Me.