SEEING GOD

IT is dark, the night is come, And the world is hushed and dumb; Sleep, my darling; God is here!— Shall I see Him, mother dear? It is day, the sun is bright, And the world is laid in light; Wake, my darling, God is here!— Shall I see Him, mother dear? Not the day’s awakening light, Babe, can show thee God aright; Not the dark, that brings thee sleep, Him can from my darling keep. Day and night are His, to fill: We are His, to do His will; Do His will, and, never fear, Thou shalt see Him, baby dear.