Our light afflictions
which a moment last
Oft bring the joys of future glory down;
They promise give of life
when time is past
They bid us wait—the cross before the crown.
O’er quiet seas we sail not to our rest;
The skies above us oft with tempests frown
Yet they who suffer with their Lord are blest;
He bore the cross before He wore the crown.
What though the rough winds shake thy fragile bark
And many waters threaten thee to drown
God speaks to thee in voice of mercy–hark!
Trust thou in Him–the cross before the crown.
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