Last night a glorious vision,
No eye but mine could see,
On sleep's white, beautiful pinion
Came down from my Lord to me:
I heard no song of the angels,
Only a still, small voice;
But it glorified all the silence
And made the night rejoice.

O friend, would you know the vision
That over my pillow shone,
That out of the starry silence
Spoke to my heart alone —
The glad and glorious vision,
No eye but mine could see,
That on sleep's white, beautiful pinion
Came down from my Lord to me?

If ever my faith grows stronger
As gloomier grows the night,
If out of the stormy darkness
I point to the coming light,
Be sure I have told the vision
No eye but mine could see,
That on sleep's white, beautiful pinion
Came down from my Lord to me.