There Are Days Of Silent Sorrow


There are days of silent sorrow
In the seasons of our life;
There are wild despairing moments;
There are hours of mental strife;
There are times of stony anguish,
When the tears refuse to fall;
But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all.

Refrain:
There are days of silent sorrow
In the seasons of our life,
There are wild despairing moments,
There are hours of mental strife.

Youth and love are oft impatient,
Seeking things beyond their reach;
But the heart grows sick of hoping
Ere it learns what life can teach;
For before the fruit be gathered
We must see the blossoms fall;
And the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all. [Refrain]

We can bear the heat conflict,
Though the sudden, crushing blow,
Beating back our gathered forces,
For a moment lay us low;
We may rise again beneath it,
None the weaker for the fall;
But the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all. [Refrain]

For it wears the eager spirit
As the salt waves wear the stone,
And the garb of hope grows threadbare
Till the brighter tints are flown;
Then amid youth’s radiant tresses
Silent snows begin to fall;
Oh, the waiting time, my brothers,
Is the hardest time of all. [Refrain]

But at last we learn the lesson
That God knoweth what is best
For with wisdom cometh patience,
And with patience cometh rest.
Yea, a golden thread is shining
Through the tangles woof of fate;
And our hearts shall thank him meekly,
That he taught us how to wait. [Refrain]