Joy comes in the morning.@Psalm 30:5

Samuel Greg, 1868. Written in the midst of affliction, Sept. 1868, and pub. in his Layman’s Legacy, 1877…entitled The Mystery of Life (Julian, p. 466).

Implicit Trust Alfred G. Wathall, 1905 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Samuel Greg (1804-1876)

Slowly, slowly darkening
The evening hours roll on;
And soon behind the cloud-land
Will sink my setting sun.

Around my path life’s mysteries
Their deepening shadows throw;
And as I gaze and ponder,
They dark and darker grow.

But there’s a voice above me
Which says, Wait, trust and pray;
The night will soon be over,
And light will come with day.

Father! the light and darkness
Are both alike to Thee;
Then to Thy waiting servant,
Alike they both shall be.

The great unending future,
I cannot pierce its shroud;
Yet nothing doubt, nor tremble,
God’s bow is on the cloud.

To Him I yield my spirit,
On Him I lay my load;
Fear ends with death; beyond it
I nothing see but God.

Thus moving towards the darkness
I calmly wait His call,
Now seeing, fearing—nothing;
But hoping, trusting—all!