| I walk in silence when it comes
|
| This feeling when the spirit leads me on
|
| If the dogs are barking and the night is rough
|
| I take it as a sign to climb above
|
| The city to the hill among the clouds
|
| Where I can see my Saviour now
|
| He’s waiting with His palm to me outstretched
|
| His mercy is a balm when I’m perplexed
|
| I find Jesus in the darkest night
|
| I find Jesus in the morning light
|
| I find Jesus in the face of those
|
| Whose hearts are singing with the Heavenly Host
|
| Sometimes when I feel all alone
|
| I look around and all are gone
|
| The friends that I rely upon
|
| Are busy doing what they want
|
| I look within and I am told
|
| It’s Sunday morning in my soul
|
| And there I find a holy hall
|
| Where congregations heed the call
|
| I find Jesus in the darkest night
|
| I find Jesus in the morning bright
|
| I find Jesus in the face of those
|
| Whose hearts are singing with the Heavenly Host
|
| And when I lay down my last time
|
| And feel a chill run up my spine
|
| And recognize my time has come
|
| I’ll look around, He’ll lead me home
|
| He’ll reach His loving hand to me
|
| And bid me climb to victory
|
| Where we’ll find kindred spirits there
|
| Hearts raised in song without a care
|
| I find Jesus in the darkest night
|
| I find Jesus in the morning bright
|
| I find Jesus in the face of those
|
| Whose hearts are singing with the Heavenly Host |