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.

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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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