Few of days and full of trouble is the lot of every man.
Always striving never succeeding, though he does the best he can
And he wonders if the future will be better than the past.
Will his sorrows e'er be ended? Will His trials all be past?
Hoping that the load will lighten, that the days will brighter grow!
Praying that the Lord will free him from his burdens here below!
His possessions will all vanish and his friends will all depart,
For they will not share his sorrows. No love of God is in their heart.
God will never fail to hear him if he'll just believe.
He will grant him every blessing; only look on Him and live.
Comes a time when days grow darker, and no light will meet his eye,
Then he turns unto his Maker, seeking for that light on high.
Each cloud there has silver linings. All dark days will soon be through,
For his God's a just Rewarder; He will repay in full his due.
Tribulations and temptations, All around us while we're here.
The clouds of heaven soon will open. The Son of God will soon appear.
When He comes, his trials are ended. Joy will chase away the gloom.
The paths to heaven will be shining; trouble there will find no room.
From the darkest hour of midnight comes the golden break of day,
God will free him from his sorrow when He rolls the clouds away.
God will take away the darkness; He will free him from all pain.
The lights from heaven always shining. Night will not return again.
There his troubles and his sorrows, his dark days so drear, so cold,
All will vanish like the dewdrops. He'll be safe within the fold.
There with friends, who went before him, forgotten are the days that past.
In the glory of God's heaven, he will find sweet peace at last.
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