By Night When Others Soundly Slept

    By night when others soundly slept
    And hath at once both ease and Rest,
    My waking eyes were open kept
    And so to lie I found it best.

    I sought him whom my Soul did Love,
    With tears I sought him earnestly.
    He bow’d his ear down from Above.
    In vain I did not seek or cry.

    My hungry Soul he fill’d with Good;
    He in his Bottle put my tears,
    My smarting wounds washt in his blood,
    And banisht thence my Doubts and fears.

    What to my Saviour shall I give
    Who freely hath done this for me?
    I’ll serve him here whilst I shall live
    And Loue him to Eternity