midnight
See ! They lift their hands and bless God in the night Whilst we are sleeping : Those to whom the King Has measured out a cup of sorrow , sweet With his dear love ; yet very hard to drink , Are waking in his temple ; and the eyes That can not sleep for sorrow or for pain Are lifted up to heaven , and sweet low songs Broken by patient tears , arise to God . `` The priests must serve Each in his course , and we must stand in turn Awake with sorrow in the temple dim , To bless the Lord by night . We will not fear When we are called at midnight by some stroke Of sudden pain , to rise and minister Before the Lord . We too will bless his name In the solemn night , and stretch out our hands to him . '' And she paused , and lifted a face full of joy and confidence . A new light came into her soul ; and , standing up before the Lord , she answered the message in the words of Bunyan , `` I am willing with all my heart , Lord ! ''