When days are dark and nights are cold,
And all the world seems going wrong;
When fears are fresh, and hopes grow old,
And die because they’ve waited long;
When all is sad without, within,
And I am plagued with doubt and sin,
Yet have I comfort, and rejoice
If I can hear the Master’s voice.
Come unto Me, thou child distressed;
Come, find a refuge on My breast;
Lay down thy burden, and have rest.
When clouds are thick, and winds are loud,
And angry waters rising fast,
With many leaping waves that crowd
To overwhelm my boat at last;
When all my chance of life seems lost,
Though far astray and tempest-tossed,
Yet have I courage, and rejoice
If I can hear the Master’s voice.
Be not afraid; ’tis I that stand,
In every danger, near at hand.
The winds are still at My command.
When earthly voices, once so dear,
Have died in silence, one by one,
Till I am left to mourn them here
With empty heart, and all alone;
When sorrow from the gates of death
Breathes on my cheek her icy breath;
Yet have I peace, and can rejoice
If I but hear the Master’s voice.
A little while; wait patiently.
A little while, and thou shalt be
With thy beloved, and with Me.