O Child of God

O child of God

wait pa­tient­ly

When dark thy path may be

And let thy faith lean trust­ing­ly

On Him who cares for Thee;

And though the clouds hang drear­ily

Upon the brow of night

Yet in the morn­ing joy will come

And fill thy soul with light.

O child of God

He lov­eth thee

And thou art all His own;

With gen­tle hand He lead­eth thee

Thou dost not walk alone;

And though thou watch­est wear­ily

The long and stor­my night

Yet in the morn­ing joy will come

And fill thy soul with light.

O child of God

how peace­ful­ly

He calms thy fears to rest

And draws thee up­ward ten­der­ly

Where dwell the pure and blest;

And He who bend­eth si­lent­ly

Above the gloom of night

Will take thee home where end­less joy

Shall fill thy soul with light.