The Upper Window

When God spoke un­to Noah

And said to build the ark

The Lord knew well the ves­sel

Would cheer­less be and dark

So God said

“Build a win­dow

With out­look to­ward the sky

That when it’s dark and lone­some

You’ll see Me stand­ing by.

“The storms will come

but fear not

Oh

child­ren

I am nigh

And through the up­per win­dow

You’ll see Me stand­ing by.

“It may be that af­flict­ion

Will rack and rend your frame

Until your mor­tal bo­dy

Is seared with fev­ered flame;

But do not be dis­cour­aged

Just lift your tear-dimmed eye

And through the up­per win­dow

You’ll see Me stand­ing by.

“Perhaps you’ll suf­fer loss­es

Like hous­es

lands

and gold

And you will feel you’re home­less

And pen­ni­less

and old;

But sweet­est peace and com­fort

Will lift your pain­ful sigh

When through the upp­er win­dow

You see Me stand­ing by.

It may be that be­reave­ment

Will take a loved one dear

A soul that brought you glad­ness

Real hap­pi­ness and cheer;

But it will cheer your sad heart

When loved ones from you fly

When through the up­per win­dow

You see Me stand­ing by.