Like a star, whose beams are brighter
When skies are dark above,
So shines, in night of sorrow,
The light of God’s great love.
We may not see its lustre,
While heads are bowed in prayer,
But looking just above us
We find its glories there.
Our tears may dim the vision
And we may question why;
But some day He will answer
Where souls shall never die.
Above the gathering shadows,
Beyond the gloom of years,
God’s star will shine forever,
Undimmed by Sorrow’s tears.
Some day, when He shall lead us
To our eternal rest,
We’ll know life’s hidden meaning
And we shall say: “’Twas best.”