The days may yet grow darker

The days may yet grow darker

The nights more weary grow

And Jesus may still tarry

But this one thing I know:

The Lord will still grow dearer

And fellowship will be

The closer and the sweeter

Between my Lord and me.

’Tis our dear Lord we wait for

Our Hope! our Joy! our Friend!

Himself we long to welcome

And just beyond the bend

Hidden

perchance to meet us

Before the day is done

The waiting will be over

And rest will have begun.