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.

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