1 While the stars unnumbered roll
Round the ever-constant pole,
Far above these spangled skies
All my thoughts to God shall rise.

2 From on high He shall impart
Secret comfort to my heart;
He in these serenest hours
Guide my spiritual powers.

3 He His spirit doth diffuse,
Sweeter far than midnight dews;
Lifting all my thoughts above,
On the wings of faith and love.

4 What if death my sleep invade; --
Should I be of death afraid?
Whilst encircled by Thine arm,
Death may strike, but cannot harm.

5 Visions brighter than the morn
Greet the deathless spirit born;
See, the guardian angel nigh
Waits to waft my soul on high!

6 With Thy heavenly presence blest,
Death is life, and labor, rest;
Welcome sleep or death to me,
Still secure, for still with Thee!