“NEVER MIND, IT WON’T BE LONG.”
By Crisis
Two sisters were taking the last look at the corpse of a loved father. The grief of one seemed almost beyond control, when the other said to her, “Never mind, sister, it won’t be long.” NEVER mind, it won’t be long,
Ere we join the conqueror’s song;
These weeping days will soon be o’er,
So never mind, we’ll reach the shore. Never mind, though rough the way
That leads to realms of endless day;
The King of glory soon will come,
So never mind, we’re nearing home. Never mind, though sad your heart,
And with friends you’re called to part;
The tearless world by faith appears;
So never mind, and dry your tears. Never mind, the Saviour knows,
He feels for every weeper’s woes:
He’ll wipe the tears from every eye;
So never mind, that day is nigh.
—Crisis.