He Comes Bimeby

The clouds are dark, an’ the wind blows chill,

     An’ a frown spreads o’er the sky;

A sigh goes up from vale and hill,

     But the sun comes out bimeby.

     Yes, the sun comes out bimeby;

     An’ he dries each tear-dimmed eye.

       An’ he makes us own

             That we’ve all done wrong,

       That our wailin’ tone

             Should have been a song,

     That he never hides his head for aye,

     That he always comes along bimeby.

Our hearts are sad an’ the future’s gray

     An’ we don’t know what to try;

We do not care if we go or stay,

     But a hope springs up bimeby

     Yes, a hope springs up bimeby

     An’ it tells us not to sigh.

       An’ it makes us own

             That we’ve all done wrong,

       That our wailin’ tone

             Should have been a song,

     That it’s allus near both you and I,

     That it allus comes along bimeby.

      

                                    

May 6, ‘09