O, the chang­es, con­stant chang­es,
In our pil­grim life below;
Through the sun­shine and the sha­dow,
Ever trust­ing, we must go;
But our faith be­holds the gleam­ing,
And we hail the bless­èd ray
Of a near and bright to­mor­row,
That will ne­ver pass away.

Refrain

O, the near and bright to­mor­row:
What a meet­ing will be ours,
When we clasp our hands for­ev­er
In a vale of song and flow­ers.

Here are bur­dens we must carry
For our­selves and oth­ers, too;
But we have the Sav­ior’s pro­mise
That our strength He will re­new.
Thro’ the ma­ny clouds that ga­ther
We can see the dawn­ing ray
Of a near and bright to­mor­row,
That will ne­ver pass away.

Refrain

When our pil­grim life is ended,
And we view the set­ting sun,
When the la­bors of the har­vest
We have fin­ished one by one,
O, the rap­ture, ho­ly rap­ture;
O, the shout of glad sur­prise,
In the near and bright to­mor­row,
When we ope our wak­ing eyes.

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