In the silent midnight, homeless and lone, Jacob slept aweary pillowed on a stone. Far from all who loved him was the wanderer then, faring forth to labor in the world of men. Then what sudden glories flashed across his dream! Heavenly splendors breaking over hill and stream; down from heights of glory, through the wandering air, angels, countless angels, thronged the golden stair. In the solemn midnight Jacob woke from sleep, God was close beside him in the silent deep: through the misty morning soon he must depart, with the heavenly vision bright within his heart. We must take our journey to the land unknown, we may fail in courage, homeless and alone: angel-hosts to guard us, God in heaven above: and we dare not falter if we trust his love.