O child of God, wait patiently when dark thy path may be, And let thy faith lean trustingly on Him Who cares for Thee; And though the clouds hang drearily upon the brow of night, Yet in the morning joy will come, and fill thy soul with light. O child of God, He loveth thee, and thou art all His own; With gentle hand He leadeth thee, thou dost not walk alone; And though thou watchest wearily the long and stormy night, Yet in the morning joy will come, and fill thy soul with light. O child of God, how peacefully He calms thy fears to rest, And draws thee upward tenderly, where dwell the pure and blest; And He Who bendeth silently above the gloom of night, Will take thee home where endless joy shall fill thy soul with light.