O Sleepless Nights, O Cheerless Days

O sleepless nights, O cheerless days,
O sobs, that will not cease;
Be still, be still! kind are His ways,
Christ is the Prince of Peace:
�Tis well thy head, in throbbing pain,
May pillow on His breast;
Weep there thy tears like springtime rain�
He gives the mourner rest.

Toil bravely on, �twill not be long
Thy bark shall plow the main;
Steer well; thy guide shall be the song
That rings from Heaven�s plain;
And watch thou for the gleaming lights
That shine across the wave;
They�re planted on fair Heaven�s heights,
The mariner to save.

Steer well! the harbor just ahead
Aglow with glory�s ray,
Will on thee golden luster shed,
From out the gates of day,
And waiting there are longing hands
That thrill to clasp thine own,
And lead thee thro� the heav�nly land
Into the bright unknown.

Oh, strive thou well to overcome,
And clothe thyself in white,
Wait patiently thy welcome home
To scenes of glory bright:
The Lord loves those He chastens sore,
And binds the bleeding wound;
And gently heals the heart He tore,
That grace may more abound!