If thou wilt lay someday,
In pitch darkness of despair,
Or stand in thine barren fields,
Or are forced to use the byway,
Or it seems none hears thine prayer,
And are left to whatever fate yields.
Remember this that day,
That no night lasts forever,
Not even the darkest of nights.
And though things oft' do delay,
Hard times pass with the weather,
And thou art not alone in thine fights.
The God of Hannah of old,
He that raised her barren heart,
In song where rested brokenness,
Shall raise even thee in joys untold,
For thine is faith and healing His part.
Only remember thee His faithfulness.
For thou art of His fold,
Even when thou art gaunt,
He abandons not one of His own,
He shall cover thee from the cold,
And see it that thou shalt not want,
For in faith and tears thou hast sown.