midnight
Learn from it the lesson it hath taught me . '' The old man 's task was performed , his life finished , and the morrow 's light lit the pathway of many to his grave . They stood beneath the shadow of that tree ; and deeply sank the truth in every heart as the village pastor began the burial service and read , `` I am the resurrection and the life . '' IN the silence of the midnight , When the cares of day are o'er , In my soul I hear the voices Of the loved ones gone before ; And they , words of comfort whispering , Say they 'll watch on every hand , And my soul is cheered in hearing Voices from the spirit-land . In my wanderings , oft there cometh Sudden stillness to my soul ; When around , above , within it Rapturous joys unnumbered roll . Though around me all is tumult , Noise and strife on every hand , Yet within my soul I list to Voices from the spirit-land . Loved ones who have gone before me Whisper words of peace and joy ; Those who long since have departed Tell me their divine employ Is to watch and guard my footsteps , -- O !