Through the Night of Doubt and Sorrow

Through the night of doubt and sor­row

Onward goes the pil­grim band

Singing songs of ex­pec­ta­tion

Marching to the pro­mised land.

Clear be­fore us through the dark­ness

Gleams and burns the guid­ing light:

Brother clasps the hand of bro­ther

Stepping fear­less through the night.

One the light of God’s own pre­sence

O’er His ran­somed people shed

Chasing far the gloom and ter­ror

Brightening all the path we tread:

One the ob­ject of our jour­ney

One the faith which nev­er tires

One the ear­nest look­ing for­ward

One the hope our God in­spires.

One the strain that lips of thou­sands

Lift as from the heart of one;

One the con­flict

one the per­il

One the march in God be­gun:

One the glad­ness of re­joic­ing

On the far eter­nal shore

Where the one al­migh­ty Fa­ther

Reigns in love for ev­er­more.

Onward

there­fore

pil­grim bro­thers

Onward

with the cross our aid!

Bear its shame

and fight its bat­tle

Till we rest be­neath its shade.

Soon shall come the great awak­ing

Soon the rend­ing of the tomb;

Then the scat­ter­ing of all sha­dows

And the end of toil and gloom.