Through Sorrows Night And Dangers White


Through sorrow’s night and danger’s path,
Amid the deepening gloom,
We, followers of our suff’ring Lord,
Are marching to the tomb.

There, when the turmoil is no more,
And all our powers decay,
Our cold remains, in solitude,
Shall sleep the years away.

Our labors done, securely laid
In this our last retreat,
Unheeded, o’er our silent dust,
The storms of earth may beat.

Yet not thus buried, or extinct,
The vital spark shall lie;
For o’er life’s wreck that spark shall rise
To seek its kindred sky.

These ashes, too, this little dust,
Our Father’s care shall keep,
Till the last angel rise and break
The long and dreary sleep.