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.