The Good Time Coming

What tho’ sad may be my plight

’Mid the dark­ness of the night

While I grope be­neath the star­less sky;

And tho’ light­nings round me play

Rough and stormy be my way

There’s a good time com­ing by and by.

For by faith I see the strand

Where the beck­on­ing an­gels stand

With a robe and crown for me

Mine thro’ all eter­ni­ty;

There’s a good time com­ing by and by.

Here no mor­tal friend will stay

And up­on the lone­ly way

Oh

how oft I press with ma­ny a sigh;

Constant comes my Sav­ior’s voice

Weary pil­grim

now re­joice

There’s a good time com­ing by and by.

Let the tempt­er in his wrath

Set his min­ions round my path

Let them seek my wan­ing strength to try;

Need I care how strong they be?

Jesus whis­pers ten­der­ly

There’s a good time com­ing by and by.

When I reach the riv­er side

See the fierce­ly roll­ing tide

And the rag­ing bil­lows toss­ing high

Then my joy­ful cry will be

Je­sus

Sav­ior

pi­lot me

For the good time now is draw­ing nigh.