I will not faint, but trust in God Who this my lot hath given; He leads me by the thorny road Which is the road to heaven. Tho' sad my day that lasts so long, At evening I shall have a song; Tho' dim my day until the night, At evening time there shall be light. My life is but a working day Whose tasks are set aright: A while to work, a while to pray, And then a quiet night. And then, please God, a quiet night Where Saints and Angels walk in white: One dreamless sleep from work and sorrow, But re-awakening on the morrow. |