My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning—more than watchmen wait for the morning.
When I remember You on my bed, I think of You through the watches of the night.
I rise before dawn and cry for help; in Your word I have put my hope.
Then the lookout shouted: “Day after day, my lord, I stand on the watchtower; night after night I stay at my post.
Fearing that we would run aground on the rocks, they dropped four anchors from the stern and prayed for daybreak.
A song of ascents. Come, bless the LORD, all you servants of the LORD who serve by night in the house of the LORD!