1 There are days of silent sorrow
In the seasons of our life;
There are wild despairing moments;
There are hours of mental strife;
There are times of stony anguish,
When the tears refuse to fall;
But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.
Refrain:
There are days of silent sorrow
In the seasons of our life,
There are wild despairing moments,
There are hours of mental strife.
2 Youth and love are oft impatient,
Seeking things beyond their reach;
But the heart grows sick of hoping
Ere it learns what life can teach;
For before the fruit be gathered
We must see the blossoms fall;
And the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all. [Refrain]
3 We can bear the heat conflict,
Though the sudden, crushing blow,
Beating back our gathered forces,
For a moment lay us low;
We may rise again beneath it,
None the weaker for the fall;
But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all. [Refrain]
4 For it wears the eager spirit
As the salt waves wear the stone,
And the garb of hope grows threadbare
Till the brighter tints are flown;
Then amid youth’s radiant tresses
Silent snows begin to fall;
Oh, the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all. [Refrain]
5 But at last we learn the lesson
That God knoweth what is best
For with wisdom cometh patience,
And with patience cometh rest.
Yea, a golden thread is shining
Through the tangles woof of fate;
And our hearts shall thank him meekly,
That he taught us how to wait. [Refrain]
Source: Boundless Love: for Sunday Schools and Gospel Meetings #108