“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.”