TO THOSE who sit and watch at night
And look to God alone for strength,
There will arise, I know, at length,
A foregleam of eternal light.
The morning does not hesitate;
The glory of its hour is fixed,
Tho sorrow has been strangely mixed
In all our lives, there is no fate
That can retard the coming day.
Be patient. In His perfect time
God's purposes will unfold, sublime,
And light and joy shall have their way.