Not Quite Wedding Roses with Not now, but in the coming years and God is love; his mercy brightens

Not now, but in the coming years,
It may be in the better land,
We’ll read the meaning of our tears,
And there, sometime, we’ll understand.

We’ll catch the broken threads again,
And finish what we here began;
Heav’n will the mysteries explain,
And then, ah then, we’ll understand.

We’ll know why clouds instead of sun
Were over many a cherish’d plan;
Why song has ceased when scarce begun;
‘Tis there, sometime, we’ll understand.

Why what we long for most of all,
Eludes so oft our eager hand;
Why hopes are crush’d and castles fall,
Up there, sometime, we’ll understand.

God knows the way, He holds the key,
He guides us with unerring hand;
Sometime with tearless eyes we’ll see;
Yes, there, up there, we’ll understand.

Chorus
Then trust in God thro’ all thy days;
Fear not, for He doth hold thy hand;
Tho’ dark thy way, still sing and praise;
Sometime, sometime, we’ll understand.

Maxwell N. Cornelius, D. D.
God is love; his mercy brightens
  All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens;
  God is wisdom, God is love.

Chance and change are busy ever;
  Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
  God is wisdom, God is love.

E’en the hour that darkest seemeth,
  Will his changeless goodness prove;
From the gloom his brightness streameth;
  God is wisdom, God is love.

He with earthly cares entwineth
  Hope and comfort from above:
Everywhere his glory shineth;
  God is wisdom, God is love.

Sir John Bowring