At midnight I will rise to give thanks unto thee because of thy righteous judgments.

O God, thou art my God; early will I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and thirsty land, where no water is;

When I remember thee upon my bed, and meditate on thee in the night watches.

How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

Arise, cry out in the night: in the beginning of the watches pour out thine heart like water before the face of the Lord: lift up thy hands toward him for the life of thy young children, that faint for hunger in the top of every street.

And it came to pass in those days, that he went out into a mountain to pray, and continued all night in prayer to God.