Last night was spent asleep outside the tomb
And dawn was dulled from sleep within my eyes,
But morning brought the winters cold, clear light
And wisdom warmed my hands against its fright.
Enthroned before the windows of my soul
A sinner such as I, a vision saw,
How Christ was to the master of our house
O such a friend, O such a faithful spouse.
What hope amidst this dark and howling world
To know Christ loves directly some men's souls
And they in turn take up the Son's hard cross
Becoming Christ to us who are so lost.
The rags that clothed my soul, with sorrow rent
To see how this man was as Christ to me
He'd born the pain of my sins in his flesh
And loved me still, for Christ was his true rest.
