The days may yet grow darker,

The nights more weary grow,

And Jesus may still tarry,

But this one thing I know:

The Lord will still grow dearer,

And fellowship will be

The closer and the sweeter

Between my Lord and me.

'Tis our dear Lord we wait for,

Our Hope! Our Joy! Our Friend!

Himself we long to welcome,

And just beyond the bend

Hidden, perchance to meet us

Before the day is done,

The waiting will be over

And rest will have begun.