140. O Twill be a Glorious Morrow

1. When we reach our peaceful dwelling

   On the strong, eternal hills,

   And our praise to Him is swelling,

   Who the vast creation fills--

   When the path of prayer and duty,

   And affliction all are trod,

   And we wake and see the beauty

   Of our Saviour and our God.

   O, twill be a glorious morrow

   To a dark and stormy day,

   When we smile upon our sorrow,

   And the storms have passed away.

2. With the Light of resurrection,

   When our changed bodies glow,

   And we gain the full perfection

   Of the bliss begun below--

   When the life the flesh obscureth

   In each radiant form shall shine,

   And the joy that aye endureth

   Flashes forth in beams divine,

3. Shall the memory be banished

   Of His kindness and His care,

   When the wants and woes are vanished,

   Which He loved to soothe and share?

   All the way by which He lead us,

   All the grievings which He bore,

   All the patient love He taught us,

   Shall we think of them no more?

4. We shall read the tender meaning

   Of the sorrows and alarms,

   As we trod the desert leaning

   On His everlasting arms;

   And His rest will be the dearer

   When we think of weary ways,

   And His light will shine the clearer

   As we muse on cloudy days.