And power in the dead of Night;
The hand of God made warm daylight,
But Dark’s accused of evil-kissed.
God’s power from the dark enticedA separation, called it “light.”
There’s power in the blood of Christ,
And power in the dead of Night.
My God and Night as one exist,
And so it’s been since first twilight;
Fear not the darkness and its mist,
Night’s imbued with all God’s might.
There’s power in the blood of Christ.