In Darkest Night
words and music by Philip Biedenbender
In darkest night comes helpless cry
as newborn babe wakes into light:
the star above a beacon of
most glorious birth, embodied Love.
Oh, feel the warmth of mother’s arms,
a close embrace that shades from harm,
and smell the hay in manger laid
to soften bed, to sweeten stay.
And hear the song of angel throng,
for peace and joy to earth belong:
in stable bare lies infant fair,
a Savior born to answer prayer!
Oh, taste the tears of long-lost years,
a world in need, awash in fear,
and see the child from heav’n exiled
come down to us to end our trials.
For he will grow and claim his throne—
so angel said. Thus mother knows:
“Now sleep, my son. Your rest is won,
although your work has just begun.”