If we hope for what we do not yet have, we wait for it patiently.
Romans 8:25
Words: Julia C. Thompson, 1878. Published in Joy to the World, by John Sweney, Tullius C. O’Kane & Charles C. McCabe (Cincinnati, Ohio: Hitchcock & Walden, 1879), number 6.
Music: Cova da Iria John R. Sweney (🔊 pdf nwc).
If you know where to get a good photo of Thompson (head & shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels),
I know that Heav’n lies just beyond
This earthly state, this earthly state;
That Christ Himself holds death’s cold wand;
So I can wait, so I can wait.
I know the dark mysterious ways
My feet may tread, my feet may tread
Will all be plain when heav’nly rays
Are on them shed, are on them shed.
I know the heartaches of this life
Will all be healed, will all be healed,
When the blest peace that ends earth’s strife
Shall be revealed, shall be revealed.
I know that ’mid the world’s turmoil
God giveth rest, God giveth rest;
His arm is round me in its toil;
And I am blest, and I am blest.
I know that when my time shall come
To dwell above, to dwell above,
Jesus His child will welcome home
With tenderest love, with tenderest love.
His angel guards will open wide
Heav’n’s pearly gate, Heav’n’s pearly gate;
And I shall then be satisfied,
So I can wait, so I can wait!