"UNTIL THE DAY BREAK AND THE SHADOWS FLEE AWAY."
By Rev. O. D. Sherman
I WALKED along a weary way;
All day it rougher grew;
The clouds hung low, the rain-drops fell,
The winds in fierceness blew;
And when night's somber curtain dropped,
And blacker was the storm,
I sank beside the thorny road,
And waited for the morn.
I prayed that God would shed His light,
His hand would guard my way,
And keep me safely through the night,
And bless the coming day.
I rested in the arms of faith,
Until with music rang
The woods aglow with morning's light,
While birds of promise sang.
I saw the hard and stony way
My feet had pressed so long
Was all behind, before me lay
The land of light and song;
For God is love, and God is wise,
He leads in vales of sorrow,
Until shall come the glad surprise—
The golden, bright to-morrow.