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!
