O That Sweet Day

Sad soul

be strong! ere long

ere long

Thy bur­dened pray­er shall end in song!

The day draws near

that day so dear;

Take cour­age

heart

’twill soon be here.

Oh

that sweet day

when Christ shall say

Come

faith­ful one

away

away!

What glad sur­prise awaits our eyes

In that dear land of para­dise!

Wait on thy Lord! rest in His word

He will all need­ful grace af­ford;

E’en while you pray

your long­ings may

Be stilled in hope of that sweet day.

In ev­ery grief

’twill give re­lief

To know

tho’ sharp

it must be brief;

In ev­ery care which thou must share

This thought will help thee brave­ly bear.

’Twill soon be o’er! no more

no more

Shall thy sad heart sin’s work de­plore;

Let doubts all cease

and per­fect peace

Shall an­ti­dote thy soul’s re­lease.