It's in the night that the voices speak Soft as the breath of angels Stilling our minds calming our fears And sprinkling stardust on dreams. It's in the night that a lonely bird trills As he waits for the coming of dawn A song of plaintive beauty Breaking night's tranquility. It's in the night that a lonely heart cries For a love that can never be But He who clothes the lilies pure Will also help the heart to endure. It's in the night that Satan comes To gather souls for his Kingdom He'll lure and tempt with evil intent And lead them into darkness. Joy-the rising sun bright illuminating Creeping in to chase away shadows Encompassing the world with warmth And the heart ascends with the bird.