“Weeping may endure in the evening, but singing cometh in the morning.”–Marginal reading of Psalm 30:5.
IN the evenng there is weeping,
Lengthening shadows, failing sight,
Silent darkness, slowly creeping
Over all things dear and bright.
In the evening there is weeping,
Lasting all the twilight through;
Phantom sorrows, never sleeping,
Wakening slumbers of the true.
In the monring cometh singing,
Cometh joy, and cometh sight,
When the sun ariseth,bringing
Healing on his wings of light.
In the evening cometh singing,
Songs that ne’er in silence end,
Angel minstrels ever bringing
Praises new with thine to blend.
Are the twilight shadows casting
Heavy glooms upon thy heart?
Soon in radiance everlasting
Night for ever shall depart.
Art thou weeping, sad and lonely,
Through the evening of thy days?
All thy sighing shall be only
Prelude of more perfect praise.
Darkest hour is nearest dawning,
Solemn herald of the day;
Singing cometh in the morning,
God shall wipe thy tears away.
Frances Ridley Havergal from SWISS LETTERS.
