If I say, "Surely the darkness will cover me
And the light around me turn to night,"
Darkness is not dark to you
The night shines like the day;
Darkness and light to you are both alike
Glory to the Father
Who guideth His children with a tender hand
Who watches over the hay-bailers
And to Whom the cricket sings
He is like the stars and the broad rivers
That move beneath them
He is like Paris or Rome
He is like taxes
He forgeth the metal in the fire
The birds fly from His singing
Glows at the end of the day
Who is there to visit Him?
Who to hold a mirror to Him?
If I say, "Surely the darkness will cover me
And the light around me turn to night,"
Darkness is not dark to you
The night shines like the day;
Darkness and light to you are both alike
Praise the Lord
Who loveth the fat man
For he is jocund
Who loveth the beetle and the amoeba
For they are universes
Unto themselves
Who maketh the round ball
And the skinny hole
He is the milk and the sap
Of our dispositions, the red arm,
The other shoe. We walk
For hours behind Him
Losing our way
Losing our way
Where can I go then from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I climb up to heaven, you are there
If I make the grave my bed, you are there
If I take the wings of the morning
And dwell in the depths of the sea
Even there your hand will lead me
And your right hand hold me fast
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
If I say, "Surely the darkness will cover me
And the light around me turn to night,"
Darkness is not dark to you
The night shines like the day;
Darkness and light to you are both alike