Midnight Devotion. — Written in the great storm, 1822

When the storm’s increasing roar,
In the fearful hour of night,
And the blast that rives my door
Start the sleepers with affright;

While the fierce descending rain
And the warring winds of heaven
All embattled rush amain
On my fragile window driven;

I, for those who bide this pelting,
Breathe a prayer of charity,
And, my soul with pity melting,
Heavenly Father, call on Thee.