Words: , 1886.

Music: .

During the sum­mer of 1886, Fan­ny Cros­by was my guest at North­field [Mass­a­chu­setts]. One day I com­posed this tune and said to her:

“Why not write a po­em for this tune to-night?” The spir­it of po­e­try did not seem to be up­on her, and she an­swered:

“No, I can­not do it at pre­sent.” The fol­low­ing day we went for a drive, and ex­pect­ed her to go with us, but to our as­ton­ish­ment, she asked to be ex­cused, say­ing that she had some­thing she wished to do. Af­ter we had gone, a number of stu­dents came in and had a plea­sant chat with Fan­ny Cros­by, and af­ter they had gone she sat down at the pi­a­no and played my tune over, and the words of the hymn came to her as they now stand. Up­on our re­turn she has­tened to meet us, and re­cited the vers­es to me. Fan­ny Cros­by spent eight sum­mers with us at North­field, and on a re­cent vi­sit here she told me that some of her hap­pi­est days were those at North­field, and, re­fer­ring to this hymn, she said she knew that she had been per­mit­ted to do a lit­tle good there. She al­so told me that she knew that ma­ny a poor soul had been com­fort­ed by this sim­ple hymn.

O child of God, wait patiently when dark thy path may be,
And let thy faith lean trustingly on Him Who cares for Thee;
And though the clouds hang drearily upon the brow of night,
Yet in the morning joy will come, and fill thy soul with light.

O child of God, He loveth thee, and thou art all His own;
With gentle hand He leadeth thee, thou dost not walk alone;
And though thou watchest wearily the long and stormy night,
Yet in the morning joy will come, and fill thy soul with light.

O child of God, how peacefully He calms thy fears to rest,
And draws thee upward tenderly, where dwell the pure and blest;
And He Who bendeth silently above the gloom of night,
Will take thee home where endless joy shall fill thy soul with light.