In The Still of the Night

In the still of the night,
When all is quiet and dark;
The traffic hasn't started,
And there's no song from the lark.

I can sit on my porch,
And visit with my Friend;
I think of all He has done,
And I know His love never ends.

In the still of the night,
We can discuss my troubles;
He comforts my weary soul,
And within me hope again bubbles.

The air may be cold,
But His love is so warm;
He fights my battles for me,
and keeps me from harm.

In the still of the night,
Jesus grants me His peace;
And my cares melt away,
And my soul has a new lease.