At midnight I will rise to give Thee thanks!
Rousing from sleep's deep-sunken lethargy,
I grope in darkness, seeking for some light
Whose gleam Thy presence shall reveal to me.
At midnight—but my flickering lamp I fill
With oil of heavenly inspiration, prayer;*
And gratitude shall be the incense sweet
That permeates with fragrance all the air.
At midnight—but the senses' heavy pall
Cannot obscure nor quench that light divine
Which, kindled at Thine ever blazing throne,
Is here reflected in this heart of mine.
At midnight I will rise to give Thee thanks!
And thankfulness my quenchless light shall be,
Till by its radiant glow I understand
There is no midnight—all is day with Thee!
*Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy, page 592.
