1. I cannot tell when the thunders peal, How fiercely the storm may rage, Nor how dense are the shades of the night that steal O???er the path of my pilgrimage; But I know, with my Savior always near, As that night on the Galilee, The tempest will cease when His voice I hear, And the darkest shadows flee. 2. I cannot see through the darkest clouds His image so wondrous fair, And forget sometimes, when the gloom enshrouds, The mansion awaiting there; But if on the wings of faith I soar, In the strength of His word alone, My soul can drink till I want no more, From fountains of love unknown. 3. I cannot drink one draught of pain From the cup once drained for me, Or bear the heat on the desert plain, Nor the grief of Gethsemane; But I know, if His cross I meekly bear, If I labor, and watch, and pray, His suff???rings I a part may share From thorns in the narrow way. 4. I cannot see for the veil between The beautiful gates ajar, The streets of gold, and the living green, On the banks of the river there; But I know, somewhere, on that heavenly strand, Is a mansion, and robe, and crown, Preserved by the Savior???s loving hand Till my work on earth is done.