We journey through a vale of tears by many a cloud overcast
And worldly cares and worldly fears go with us to the last
"Not to the last" Your Word has said, if we could read aright
"Poor Pilgrim, lift in hope your head, at eve it shall be light"

Though earthborn shadows now may shroud your thorny path a while
God's blessed Word can part each cloud and bid the sunshine smile
Only believe, in living faith, His love and power divine
And though your sun shall set in death, His light shall round you shine

When tempest clouds are dark on high, his 'bow of love and peace
Shines sweetly in the vaulted sky, a pledge that storms shall cease
Hold on your way, with hope unchilled, by faith and not by sight
And you will own His word fulfilled-- "at eve it shall be light"
At eve it shall be light, at eve it shall be light