Some day, when our sight grows clearer, We shall find the rugged road We are treading now leads nearer To the City of our God; And we shall say, At close of day, 'Tis well that we have come this way.
Some day, when our faith is stronger, We shall clasp the Father's hand, Questioning His love no longer, Though we may not understand Why He says, Nay, Instead of Yea; His reasons we shall know some day.
Some day, at life's closing chapter, The veil will slip from our eyes, And we'll find, not here—hereafter, The clue to life's mysteries; Sorrow and pain We shall count gain When God has made His meaning plain.
Yes! there in the light up yonder Where the deathless lilies bloom, We shall gaze in silent wonder At our lives in the Master's loom; And we shall see How wondrously He's woven all in harmony.
