“Through the dark path of sorrow
Which Jesus has trod,
Thy feeble ones wander,
Our Father, our God!
And the thick clouds that gather
But turn us away
From the waste, howling desert
Where He could not stay.
“O, hasten Thy coming!
We long for the day!
Bright Star of the morning,
No longer delay!
Let the groaning creation
From sorrow be free,
And the purchased possession
Be gathered to Thee.”