The night seems darkest ere the dawn of day
Rises with light and gladness on its wings:
And every breaker that the ocean flings
To shore before the tempest dies away,
Some sign of wreck or token of dismay,
Awakening thoughts of death and ruin, brings.
BuThe whose spirit resolutely clings
To his best hopes, on these his mind can stay
Faith, humble faith, can doubt and fear defy;
For every wound it bears a healing balm,
Turns sorrow's moan into thanksgiving's psalm;
And those who trust in God when storms are high,
And waves are rough, and starless is the sky,
Shall sing his praise in the eternal calm.