If we're working, when we're waiting,
We are sure of our reward.
Never fearing, never doubting,
Trusting all to Christ our Lord.
Clouds may lower, tempests shower
Seeming evils on our head.
But Love, nearer and still dearer,
Its heavenly radiance will shed.
Courage, then, my sister, brother,
Let us work and learn to wait.
Malice hath no power to hinder
"Love must triumph over hate."
Wisdom bids us handle serpents;
Each will change into a rod.
Onward, upward, victory, victory!
"Now, are we the sons of God."
