What Night more Sweet
What night more sweet could ever be
Than when my Lord was born for me?
And yet I made him an outcast,
Condemned him to the icy blast.
What day more dark could ever be
Than when my saviour died for me?
And though I hammered in the nails
His mercy sets aside the scales.
What love more deep could ever be
Than that which Jesus has for me?
And yet mine offered in return
Is paid with more than I can earn.
What bliss more full could ever be
Than his divine society:
And yet each day I cause him pain
But still he brings me back again.