O child of God, wait patiently
when dark thy path may be,
And let thy faith lean
trustingly
on Him Who cares for Thee;
And though the clouds hang
drearily
upon the brow of night,
Yet in the morning joy will come,
and fill thy soul with light.
O child of God, He loveth
thee,
and thou art all His own;
With gentle hand He leadeth thee,
thou dost not walk alone;
And though thou watchest
wearily
the long and stormy night,
Yet in the morning joy will
come,
and fill thy soul with light.
O child of God, how
peacefully
He calms thy fears to rest,
And draws thee upward
tenderly,
where dwell the pure and blest;
And He Who bendeth silently
above the gloom of night,
Will take thee home where
endless joy
shall fill thy soul with light