God sometimes drops the shadows o’er us,
And leaves them for a space,
That we may clearly see before us
The image of the love he bore us
Reflected on his face.
He sometimes sends us hours of grieving,
That we may slip away
From sounds and voices so deceiving,
And once again in faith believing
Kneel at his throne and pray.
He sometimes leaves us to our weeping,
Though bitter seem our tears,
That briny drops from we eyes creeping
May wake some happiness long sleeping
For gladder, sweeter years.