O TRAVELER OUT IN THE NIGHT

Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Jan 29, 1894

O TRAVELER OUT IN THE NIGHT.

O TRAVELER out in the night— In dread and fear— The dawn of the wonderful light Is near, is near,

So near that we sometimes see— When stars are bright— Far over life's somber sea, The first faint light

Of the city that needs no sun. Oh, hush, poor heart! Patience till night is done, And fear depart.

Patience—each weary year Still faster flies; Patience—our sin and fear, Our tears and cries

Are known to One who stands (Our own sweet Lord) With outstretched, wounded hands, With gracious word,

Waiting to clasp our hands, Waiting to bless, To guide to the nightless lands From this, from this.

O traveler out in the night— In dread and fear— The dawn of the wonderful light Is near, is near.

—Anonymous.