  Like a star, whose beams are brighter When skies are dark above, So shines, in night of sorrow, The light of God’s great love. We may not see its lustre, While heads are bowed in prayer, But looking just above us We find its glories there. Our tears may dim the vision And we may question why; But some day He will answer Where souls shall never die. Above the gathering shadows, Beyond the gloom of years, God’s star will shine forever, Undimmed by Sorrow’s tears. Some day, when He shall lead us To our eternal rest, We’ll know life’s hidden meaning And we shall say: “’Twas best.” |
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