Oh how I love the midnight hour when the world is dark and still, and I hurry to meet my Savior to seek his perfect will.

As I fall to my knees at my bedside and quietly begin to pray, all the burden of yesterdays hours seem to melt and just fade away.

There's no trouble too large he can't handle, no problem that seems too small, the blood that he shed at Calvary was enough to cover them all.

He knows my every weakness, he gives me strength to stand, and the times I'd surely stumble he's holding out his hand.

His peace flows sweetly round me, I'm wrapped in its warm cocoon, his light is a blaze of glory in the darkness of my room.

Oh how I love the midnight hour, that time with Jesus I spend, when he picks up the pieces of my life, my Lord, my Savior, my friend.