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Beams of heaven as i go, |
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Through the wilderness below, |
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Guide my feet in peaceful ways, |
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Turn my midnights into days. |
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When in the darkness i would grope, |
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Faith always sees a star of hope, |
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And soon from all life's grief and danger |
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I shall be free someday. |
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I do not know how long 'twill be, |
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Nor what the future holds for me, |
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But this i know: if jesus leads me, |
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I shall get home someday. |
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Oftentimes my sky is clear, |
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Joy abounds without a tear; |
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Though a day so bright begun, |
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Clouds may hide tomorrow's sun. |
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There'll be a day that's always bright, |
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A day that never yields to night, |
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And in its light the streets of glory |
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I shall behold someday. |
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I do not know how long 'twill be, |
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Nor what the future holds for me, |
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But this i know: if jesus leads me, |
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I shall get home someday. |
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Harder yet may be the fight; |
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Right may often yield to might; |
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Wickedness a while may reign; |
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Satan's cause may seem to gain. |
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There is a god that rules above, |
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With hand of power and heart of love; |
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If i am right, he'll fight my battle, |
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I shall have peace someday. |
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I do not know how long 'twill be, |
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Nor what the future holds for me, |
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But this i know: if jesus leads me, |
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I shall get home someday. |
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Burdens now may crush me down, |
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Disappointments all around; |
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Troubles speak in mournful sigh, |
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Sorrow through a tear-stained eye. |
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There is a world where pleasure reigns, |
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No mourning soul shall roam its plains, |
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And to that land of peace and glory |
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I shall want to go someday. |
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I do not know how long 'twill be, |
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Nor what the future holds for me, |
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But this i know: if jesus leads me, |
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i shall get home someday. |
