What Will It Matter? (Preston)

What will it mat­ter

by and by

Whether my path below was bright

Whether it wound thro’ dark or light

Under a gray or gold­en sky

When I look back on it by and by?

What will it mat­ter

by and by

Whether

un­helped

I toiled alone

Dashing my foot against a stone

Missing

per­haps

the an­gel nigh

Bidding me think of the by and by?

What will it mat­ter? Naught

if I

Only am sure the way I’ve trod

Gloomy or glad­dened

leads to God;

Questioning not of how

or why

If I but gaze on Him by and by.

What will it mat­ter? What the sigh

If

in my fear of slip or fall

Closely I’ve clung to Christ thro’ all

Mindless how rough the path might lie

Since He will com­fort me by and by?