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 bowed his ear down from above.
In vain I did not seek or cry.
My hungry soul he filled 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.