Slowly, Slowly Darkening

Slowly

slow­ly dark­en­ing

The ev­en­ing hours roll on;

And soon be­hind the cloud-land

Will sink my set­ting sun.

Around my path life’s mys­ter­ies

Their deep­en­ing sha­dows throw;

And as I gaze and pon­der

They dark and dark­er grow.

But there’s a voice above me

Which says

Wait

trust and pray;

The night will soon be ov­er

And light will come with day.

Father! the light and dark­ness

Are both alike to Thee;

Then to Thy wait­ing serv­ant

Alike they both shall be.

The great un­end­ing fu­ture

I can­not pierce its shroud;

Yet no­thing doubt

nor trem­ble

God’s bow is on the cloud.

To Him I yield my spir­it

On Him I lay my load;

Fear ends with death; be­yond it

I no­thing see but God.

Thus mov­ing to­wards the dark­ness

I calm­ly wait His call

Now see­ing

fear­ing—no­thing;

But hop­ing

trust­ing—all!