Nicodemus comes by night seeking him who is the Light,
fearful if he comes by day he might give himself away.
Nicodemus must find out what salvation is about;
he the worthiest of men must like us be born again.
O praise God! Rabbi Nicodemus could not rest, so he searched for Jesus.
In the darkness of the night he discovered God’s true Light.
Scarcely he believes his ears, Rabbi, he, these many years!
That he does not turn aside proves he overcomes his pride.
On a day when cowards run, he declares whose side he’s on.
Strangest of all gifts, he gives space in death to one who lives.
O praise God! Rabbi Nicodemus could not rest, so he searched for Jesus.
In the darkness of the night he discovered God’s true Light.
O praise God!
Words: Fred Pratt Green (1903-2000) © 1979 Hope Publishing Company
Music: Berj Topalian © 1996 GNU Productions