There are sweetest songs at morning

There are sweetest songs at morning,
Joyous songs of love and praise
To the tender, loving Father
Who hath crowned with love our days;
There are songs at dark of evening,
Sweetest songs at noontide bright,
But the songs which are the sweetest
God doth send us in the night.

It may be a minor cadence,
We have learned in pain and care,
But ‘twill be so much the sweeter,
When we sing it over there;
Christ will change to sweetest music,
Our poor trembling, broken strain;
He will sing it with His children,
Set to heaven’s glad refrain.

When the midnight darkness gathers,
And the mid-day fancies cease,
There comes in the solemn silence,
Sweetest whisper of His peace;
For, like frightened little children,
When all else grows dark and dim,
We come nearer to our Savior,
Knowing we are safe with Him.

Chorus
O the songs of the night,
How they strengthen us to meet the day;
O the songs in the night
How they cheer and help us on the way.
     E. M. Sherman