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!