Hear the Song.

There are dark and gloomy corners full of sorrow, like as not, But the world is glad with music and it carols everywhere; And if now and then a shadow dwells upon a little spot, There is sunshine on the meadows and the wide ways laugh at care. O, my children! Don't you worry, As you go along; Let your life be glad and cheerful And you'll hear the Song!

As we wander down the valleys where the griefs of life assail, We will find a few obstructions that are heaping in the road; But with feet that never weary and with hearts that never quail, We shall mount the glory-summits to the Summer-lands' abode. O, my children! Don't you weary As you go along; Climb the path-ways to the hill-tops, And you'll hear the Song!

You will bend beneath the burdens as you meet the toils of life, And your arms will ache a little as you labor down the way; But the rest of God's perfection waits beyond the bitter strife And He crowns the souls that struggle with His Everlasting Day! O, my children! Don't you murmur, As you go along; Look above to God's Anointed, And you'll hear the Song!