The Cyber Hymnal ‎#8532

8532. At Midnight's Holy Hour

1 At midnight’s holy hour the saints
Sang praises to the Lord above,
Who always hears the meek complaints
Of humble souls that trust His love.

2 No prison wall can chain the soul,
By holy truth set free from sin;
On wings of faith it seeks its goal:
At Heaven’s court it enters in.

3 And well they knew that God would hear,
For He is Father over all;
He rules and reigns in highest sphere,
And notes on earth the sparrow’s fall.

4 An earthquake shock the prison door
Throws wide to freedom’s fragrant air;
The loosened stocks declare no more
A worshiper should fetters wear.

5 Oh, let us, then, whate’er our lot,
Remember on our pilgrim way,
On downy couch, or prison cot,
In good or ill, to praise and pray.

Text Information

• First Line: At midnight’s holy hour the saints
• Title: At Midnight's Holy Hour
• Author: Daniel R. Lucas
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Source: Apostolic Hymns and Songs (Oskaloosa Iowa: Central Book Concern, 1875)
• Copyright: Public Domain

Tune Information

• Name: PRISONER'S SONG
• Composer: Zimri Mullen Parvin (1875)
• Meter: LM
• Key: B♭ Major
• Copyright: Public Domain