Through Sorrow’s Night and Danger’s Path

Through sor­row’s night and dan­ger’s path

Amid the deep­en­ing gloom

We sol­diers of an in­jured king

Are march­ing to the tomb.

There

when the tur­moil is no more

And all our pow­ers de­cay

Our cold re­mains in so­li­tude

Shall sleep the years away.

Our la­bors done

se­cure­ly laid

In this our last re­treat

Unheeded o’er our si­lent dust

The storms of life shall beat.

Yet not thus life­less

thus in­ane

The vi­tal spark shall lie

For o’er life’s wreck that spark shall rise

To seek its kin­dred sky.

These ash­es too

this lit­tle dust

Our Fa­ther’s care shall keep

Till the last an­gel rise

and break

The long and drea­ry sleep.

Then love’s soft dew o’er ev­ery eye

Shall shed its mild­est rays

And dust

long si­lent

loud will burst

With shouts of end­less praise.