The Near Tomorrow

O

the chang­es

con­stant chang­es

In our pil­grim life below;

Through the sun­shine and the sha­dow

Ever trust­ing

we must go;

But our faith be­holds the gleam­ing

And we hail the bless­èd ray

Of a near and bright to­mor­row

That will nev­er pass away.

O

the near and bright to­mor­row:

What a meet­ing will be ours

When we clasp our hands for­ev­er

In a vale of song and flow­ers.

Here are bur­dens we must carry

For our­selves and oth­ers

too;

But we have the Sav­ior’s pro­mise

That our strength He will re­new.

Thro’ the ma­ny clouds that ga­ther

We can see the dawn­ing ray

Of a near and bright to­mor­row

That will nev­er pass away.

When our pil­grim life is ended

And we view the set­ting sun

When the la­bors of the har­vest

We have fin­ished one by one

O

the rap­ture

ho­ly rap­ture;

O

the shout of glad sur­prise

In the near and bright to­mor­row

When we ope our wak­ing eyes.