Through the Shadows

To each pil­grim here be­night­ed

Jesus has His mer­cy plight­ed;

He hath gra­cious­ly in­vit­ed

Every trem­bling soul to Him;

If He on­ly walk be­side us

Then no ev­il can be­tide us;

He will com­fort

He will guide us

Thro’ the sha­dows dark and grim.

Tho’ the rag­ing storms as­sail us

Tho’ our strength and cour­age fail us

Tho’ the gloomy sha­dows veil us

From His face along the way;

If we trust Him and rev­ere Him

If we tru­ly love and fear Him

If in tri­al we are near Him

He will turn our night to day.

Brightest skies some­times are cloud­ed

Brightest hopes are oft en­shroud­ed

Life with doubts and fears is crowd­ed

Bravest hearts are made to ache;

But for us ’twere worse than mad­ness

To give way to doubts and sad­ness;

Visions of eter­nal glad­ness

Thro’ the sha­dows soon shall break.