1 Sometimes we grope ‘mid the shadows of pain,
Sometimes the clouds will “return after rain;”
Cling, then, more closely to God’s blessed hand,
Leading us on to the bright Morning-Land.
Refrain:
Hark! O hark! a chorus grand
Ringing, ringing from that golden strand;
Saviour, hold us by thy hand,
Lead us to the Morning-Land.
2 O, let us walk as the “children of light,”
Knowing the “Day-spring” must conquer the night;
Myst’ries we never can here understand
Sparkle with love in the fair Morning-Land. [Refrain]
3 Come, let us live in the might of his name,
Kindling our lamps by the Heavenly Flame;
Onward! obeying the Master’s command,
Joy, rest and peace in the blest Morning-Land. [Refrain]
4 Dark though the way, yet “the Lord will provide”
Light that will shine at the calm eventide;
Portals of glory wide open will stand,
Beautiful gates of the bright Morning-Land. [Refrain]
Source: Sunday-School Praises: prepared especially for use in the Sunday-School #144