1. The days may grow darker,
  The nights more weary grow,
  And Jesus may still tarry,
  But this one thing I know:
  The Lord will still grow dearer,
  And fellowship will be
  The closer and the sweeter
  Between my Lord and me.
2. 'Tis our dear Lord we wait for,
  Our Hope! our Joy! our Friend!
  Himself we long to welcome,
  And just beyond the bend
  Hidden, perchance to meet us
  Before the day is done,
  The waiting will be over
  And rest will have begun.