By:
Edited By Heyman Wreford
I am thinking of my Saviour, in the quiet hush of night;
And the home that’s waiting for me, far above each starry height;
Of the love that “passeth knowledge,” that is shining on my way;
For this earth is all in shadow, but I’m waiting for the day.
O my Saviour, my Redeemer, whom the world has crucified;
I am learning, in Thy presence, that I too with Thee have died.
Mine the resurrection glory, shining o’er this world’s decay,
While the earth is all in shadow, I am waiting for the day.
Swells the tide of life around me, with its hopes, its fears, its sin,
But the anchor of my soul is fast, where storms are never seen.
While the tempest hovers darkly, and the night birds seek their prey,
And the earth is all in shadow, I am waiting for the day.
Yes, I know a blessed shelter, safe from every hurtful thing,
And I nestle from the tempest, ‘neath the shadow of His wing,
And He bears me upward, heavenward, where the shadows flee away,
To the sunlight of His heaven; to the glory of His day.