We journey through a vale of tears,
By many a cloud o’ercast;
And worldly cares and worldly fears,
Go with us to the last.
Not to the last! Thy word hath said
Could we but read aright,
“Poor pilgrim, lift in hope thy head,
At eve it shall be light!”
Though earthborn shadows now may shroud
Thy thorny path awhile,
God’s blessed word can part each cloud,
And bid the sunshine smile.
Only believe, in living faith,
His love and power divine;
And ere thy sun shall set in death,
His light shall round thee shine.
When tempest clouds are dark on high,
His bow of love and peace
Shines sweetly in the vaulted sky
A pledge that storms shall cease.
Hold on thy way, with hope unchilled
By faith and not by sight,
And thou shalt own his word fulfilled,
“At eve it shall be light.”
Bernard BartonO Lamb of God, still keep me
Near to Thy wounded side;
‘Tis only there in safety
And peace I can abide.
What foes and snares surround me,
What doubts and fears within!
The grace that sought and found me
Alone can keep me clean.
‘Tis only in Thee hiding,
I know my life secure;
Only in Thee abiding,
The conflict can endure:
Thine arm the victory gaineth
O’er every hateful foe;
Thy love my heart sustaineth
In all its care and woe.
Soon shall my eyes behold Thee,
With rapture, face to face;
One half hath not been told me
Of all Thy power and grace;
Thy beauty, Lord, and glory,
The wonders of Thy love,
Shall be the endless story
Of all Thy saints above. Amen
Rev. James G. Deck
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