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 joy
Above the gloom of night,
Will take thee home, where endless
Shall fill thy soul with light.