They’ll Soon Be O’er

There is a calm for ev­ery storm

We meet from day to day

A hal­lowed peace that dwells with­in

And smiles the clouds away.

The star of hope still bright­ly shines

Though wild the break­ers roar

And in its beams the words we trace

Life’s dream will soon be o’er.

There is a friend

a con­stant friend

Who slum­bers not nor sleeps

But safe with­in His ten­der care

The trust­ing soul He keeps;

His bow of love still spans the sky

And points to yon­der shore

While on its beams the words we trace

Life’s cares will soon be o’er.

There is a morn when we shall wake

At home be­yond the tide

And in our Sav­ior’s like­ness then

We shall be sa­tis­fied;

O hearts that yearn and bleed and break

For joys that come no more

Look up and read the bless­èd words

Life’s tears will soon be o’er.