After the toil and trou­ble,
There com­eth a day of rest;
After the wea­ry con­flict,
Peace on the Sav­ior’s breast;
After the care and sor­row,
The glo­ry of light and love;
After the wil­der­ness jour­ney,
The Fa­ther’s bright home above.

After the night of dark­ness,
The sha­dows all flee away;
After the day of sad­ness,
Hope sheds her bright­est ray;
After the strife and strug­gle,
The vic­to­ry is won;
After the work is ov­er,
The Mas­ter’s own word, Well done.

After the hours of chast­en­ing,
The spi­rit made pure and bright;
After the earth’s dark sha­dow,
Clear in the light of Light;
After the guid­ing coun­sel,
Communion full and sweet;
After the willing ser­vice,
All laid at the Sav­ior’s feet.

After the pain and sick­ness,
The tears are all wiped away;
After the flowers are ga­thered,
No more of earth’s de­cay;
After the deep heart sor­row,
An end of ev­ery strife;
After the dai­ly cross­es,
A glo­ri­ous crown of life.