Though darkness shrouds a sleeping world, The little brook still sings ;
And hark! o'erhead a happy trill
And stir of drowsy wings
As wakened bird pours out his heart
Upon the silent night ;
And there upon the brooklet's edge,
Upturned to greet the light.
The trusting face of tiny flower
Serenely waits the sunrise hour!
E'en so would I show perfect trust,
Though long may seem the night :
E'en so with calmness turn my face
To greet the morning light ;
E'en so know neither doubt nor fear,
The while my glad heart sings :
The Sun of righteousness shall rise
With healing in His wings ;
The healing truth that maketh free
The world's enslaved, aye, you and me!
